oppression stagnation rainbow

...she started to run, afraid of the oppression that might be following her down the path of purple.

She ran. In between the golden sheafs she saw her reflection in walls of water. Her reflection looked back...looking empty and haggard...as if stagnation had set in. The seemingly large hole in her heart grew. How could she stop this from happening. As she ran her surroundings transformed into a more colorful world. Bread-and-butterflies flew past her, the creatures looked up at her and smiled. A dream? Completely delusional, she thought.

Her run slowed to a walk as she looked up and, much to her little surprise, a rainbow staircase leading to...

echo calamity feather

... the echos of her past creeping behind her, waiting for the drop of a feather before flooding her mind with memories she had thought she'd left behind long ago. One after another, each sign and expression that she had done the right thing time and time again slowly slipped away, until in a calamity of panic she collapsed in a cold sweat. Haunted by current events churning around her...

marshmallow stigma sheaf

...to visually comprehend. The agitated water, still the set scene for choreographed loons.

Closing her eyes, white flashes one after the other. Like exploding marshmallows. The nonsensical images unfolded in her mind's eye. The absurd images that, as she would later discover, would eventually imprint a dramatic stigma upon her impressionable heart.

Whiteness. And then a distinct path of lilac-colored sand. Golden sheafs on either side. Step. Step. Step. And then she paused. Reluctantly turning her body, only to discover...

type gusts dance

As she typed away she heard gusts coming from afar. Dancing loons upon the mirroring streams.

Pausing for mere moments to observe what she thought shouldn't be, inspiration crept up and on her typewriter she did write the expression of head dreams as she'd never been able