Breathing daggers into the glass,she is faced with a hodge podge of colourful light from the other side that resembles an ink map drenched with seawater.

“Stuck in an aquarium…”she grumbles and ,flinging the embers of the melancholy desert around with her leather boots,she begins to scale the perimeter.Where she is stood the glass is thicker than the crust of the earth but if she traces with her finger then maybe she can see a pencil outline of scenery from further North.Maybe.Not seeing much other choice she tidies the hood of her cloak down to her shoulders and bundles her parsnip hair onto her head in sailors knots.”I ought to have brought my glasses.”she murmurs as she steps fatigued over the soot-drenched ground.However only a few moments into her voyage she notices that the speed of her walking has increased and the shimmering particles beneath her feet have merged into one void.She hastily raises her leg and is sure of it.There’s a distorted divet in the ground and the particles appear to be tumbling down the landscape until they reach the middle and vanish.Then I’ll vanish,the camera-flare thought hits her immediately.Running,jumping,clawing at the air,she stumbles over hypnotising tides of sand that have formed omnipotent mountains around her.Every part of her is encased in a gravel prison other than her mind which floats a thousand miles away from her.It’s back at home,at the top of the rollercoaster,ready to loop down a rainbow road as she feels her leather boot dissolve into the infinite absence of soul.Enveloped in the dark tide with a keen refusal to stop struggling,Talulah’s brain flies around its rollercoaster when she begins to see a flicker in this distance.A patch of light echoes through the flood.An island of solace.Or to put it more astutely an island of glass.She flings her arms overhead so hard that they could tear out of their sockets and flings her half dead figure through the typhoon,a creature of darkness eyeing her closely and closing its claws gently around her,the way that a child would catch a butterfly.

“It appears I’m stuck in some sort of giant sand timer,” she whispers,peeling herself against the distorted glass as though it’s her home.