Time warps in a vortex space.
Influx of thoughts rift through dimensions faster.
Consciousness remains still.
The moonlight reflected on Catherine's blank eyes. She's as still as the night sky. No clouds drifted here and there which gave a free view of the full moon. She remained seated on the lawn, silent, deep in thought.
The neighborhood seemed empty. All lights were out but the lamp posts which were drowned by the darkness and emptiness of the environment.
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