Enveloped in a neon blue cloud, I tread hesitantly as the swirling fog turns a violent green, electric pink and then a lifejacket orange.
The floorboards appear and disappear; figures loom out of the psychedelic haze, only to fade again. Disembodied voices float out of the pinkness. All my bearings are lost and I don’t know how to get out of here.
