Everything turns cold and I expect to see my breath that is now slowing down along with the rest of me. The walls turn from yellow to maroon to the dull color of sorrow. And the paint brush is just out of reach. I then see a mirage an begin to create a mural of lost civilizations. The creatures, far from human, dance around in a peculiar way that seems forced until their lines are burned or cut and their dance turns into a dark frenzy. They turn into shadows and all I hear are screams of despair. Then the mural shatters like glass and the pieces cut into my skin as they fall. I bleed ruby and black.
