MELLOW.

They say time flies so fast. But, to me, a minute seems like a day of lingering pain. Thunder bolts and lightening ruling at my top, agony and inferiority sinking below.

I was in the cube box before I suddenly blacked out. Waking up now, I find I’m in a new space.

The walls are an unblemished cream, yet it’s the crystal clear ceiling that catches my attention.

I don’t know how it was built. It looks like a dragon inhabits it, and the fiery paint splashed across it in the ...