Clouds of bubbles billow around your falling body. The tropical sun is muted, but still vibrant this close to the water’s surface. Drowned bouquets of once-dried flowers drift down with you, slowly, following the rules of magic. Vortices of petals in little tornadoes (their fragrances kept secret).
music source: new composition “the curvature of time”, featuring a violin sample played+produced by athena yasaman (twitter.com/athenayasaman)