For A.

folds and folds and folds and folds. an enormous flesh bouncy castle that goes on for miles and miles in all directions. everything is glistening slightly, and i'm galloping, then sliding and sloshing, then reaching and heaving and wondering if i'm close

suddenly everything starts to quake and shake, and i wonder if i'm going to die. the walls of the castle are changing colour now, quickly darkening as the soft skin floor quivers agitated beneath my feet and soon a cavalcade of movement sends my spirit into a million untraceable directions and i'm engulfed in white light