Stuck in the spin, Maya was increasingly certain that she wasn’t going to get away this time, but what did it matter, she was happy here anyway. The spin kept her going, kept her aware of the universe in a way being outside it could never quite do.
Well, almost any way you cut it the world was at least a
little more colourful in here, each piece of clothing forming its own unique hue
as it whirred on by. She a nice yellow, a pleasant red, a darker shade of pink
that she would have liked, all tumbled together in jumbled mass.
Now, Maya wasn’t a stickler for detail, she could let an unexplained
part of the universe wander on by if it was a least a little interesting, but
the colours were becoming a little irritating They always seemed to be repeating
at the same exact intervals, but why? Stuck in a spin was somewhat disconcerting,
sure, but she wasn’t imagining things, not yet (she was not of the opinion that
someone’s entire reality was the conception of their own, or someone else’s,
imagination).
Ah well, why worry about i-
No, she should worry about it, this is her world now, she should
look out for it, balance out the colours and understand the reasons for their
spin. Keep it sane, so to speak; or it might just spit her out.
Song's whilst Listening
Cowboy Bebop Soundtrack
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