I'm trapped.
The world around me was a hazy fog. The darkness ebbed and flowed, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, alternating in its obscurity. It felt like I was wading through a dark river where the resistance shifted, at times viscous and at others, smooth.
I seemed to have been walking for a very long time, but I couldn't find the river's exit.
No matter how anxious I became, I couldn't walk any faster, even when I desperately tried to take large strides. I wanted to scream for help, but no sound would come out.
'Where on earth am I trapped?'
I couldn't even quite remember how I'd gotten here. My memory, like the dark river around me, was filled with layers of mottled shadows, but not a single clear outline—
Wait.
It was as if a memory had suddenly tapped me on the shoulder.
That song... The one now rising from the murky depths, that was my breakthrough hit. That was my voice, singing as if it were a spreading mist.
I am the evening sky, slowly turning to bruised purple
