I am having a fresh delicious drink while sharing an armchair with my friend Boru. I believe it is Vive la Fête singing in the background, but I cannot actually listen to the music. Some other girls and boys are approaching us, which is kind of cool although I have no idea who they are. We start talking and laughing and having some more delicious (mostly based on peppermint) drinks and I feel like I am having a great night.
But suddenly, my terribly accurate instinct tells me to look towards the bathroom door. In the obscure light I see a swirl, a dark-coloured (like Onyx, beautiful and shiny) smoothly squirming swirl flowing from underneath the bathroom door. I instantly get this sensation that it may be dangerous for us to remain there. But I can’t move. The swirl is disgustingly attracting me into its sinuous movements.
But it does reach us. And suddenly, I find myself radiating with happiness, because the swirl is now gone, I am still there, not harmed, not damaged, not disordered.
But I am alone.
And suddenly, this voice tells me that all those friends are still there, but the swirl made them invisible. We cannot hear each other, we cannot touch each other. And they have to be rescued in the next 20 hours. Otherwise, they will be gone for ever.
The trick is that they can transmit signals. But I am the only one who can interpret them. I am the one who has to pay attention to everything that may represent a sign.
And I do it. For the next 30 minutes, I am in this exhilarating quest that exploits my entire attention for insignificant details. It wears me down. It leaves me breathless. It makes me thirsty. It haunts me.
But I love it.
The swirl is now back.
It is looking straight into my eyes.
It is 2cm away from my face.
The panic is indescribable.
The exhilaration is indescribable.
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