Tristram was dizzy and nauseated as he jogged under a water-melon pink sky. A myriad of bright stars hurt his eyes. There seemed to be a shallow ocean between him and the white town lights. Small green waves were rolling across the paddock and crashing just in front of him. He felt the white foam about his calf muscles.
I am still hallucinating. Tristram observed with detached clarity.
I am still hallucinatingYes. The Magician answered. That’s alright. The drug will wear off, whatever it is. You can see the lights of town. Just keep moving towards them.
YesThat’s alright. The drug will wear off, whatever it is. You can see the lights of town. Just keep moving towards themTristram tried to focus on his breathing as he jogged. He took deeper and deeper breaths of the warm night air. The w
