"He said hello, but it was underwater, like bubbles surfacing ashore on an invisible tide," Sarah whispered.
"Dreamt of frogs once, they were singing in numbers, one thousand, no ten thousand, croaking in timeless loops."
Discovering paths through puddles, are these alchemists in disguise, synchronize? a silent laugh echoes...
"Rabbits too, on the edge of this kaleidoscope forest," came another voice, muted like distant thunder.
"A labyrinth," I said, without addressing anyone in particular, as if the words were their own compass.
Do we follow the light, or does it follow us, a perpetual chase...