It feels like fire and clouds and raindrops on a parched sea and melting ice cream on a city of ants.
Like a million droplets of oxygen becoming solid and covering my entire being, starting with my hair.
Like a purple balloon with too much hellium in a room with high ceilings. And a red balloon with too much helium outside. And a green ballon with nothing but oxygen that just lies there on the ground, jumping every now and then with the breeze but never leaving the ground.
It feels indescribable and like every word in the fucking dictionary.
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