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-[Perspective Change]-

Ashley Shaw

You regained consciousness an hour ago, which left you with enough time for that weird lady in the garish purple dress to explain what had happened to you. She said you passed out, but you weren't sure what to make of that.

Last thing you remember was watching a gaggle of whoring clowns try to sit on an immense dildo. It was a confounding jumping off point, as it mixed seamlessly with a dream.you had where you yourself had become one of the clowns.

It was a mess, and while you weren't known to smoke before, the first thing you asked for when you woke up was a cigarette.

The woman, who said her name was Lenore or lizzia or something, said she would do you one better, giving you a long stick that resembled a cigarette but sure didn't smell like one. You never smoked weed before, but if there was ever a time to, it was now.

She directed you to the kitchen, mentioning there was a balcony out there you could smoke from. The room was dark, but you didn't want to risk inviting a sea of insects in from outside by turning on the light.

It was strange. The door to the balcony was already open, a gentle breeze whisked the curtains over it like a spectre. You didn't think as much of it as you should've, especially considering had you turned the lights on, you might have noticed the prescence of tiny footprints.

Outside, you lit the joint and took your first pull. Immediately, you felt a light headedness come over you, but it wasn't unpleasant. Relaxing, even.

At night, the park seemed at peace, though the distance between you and it was so wide that it would always seem as such. After all, truer than usual, the devil always hid in the details.

You stayed out on the second floor balcony for a while longer after finishing the joint, soaking in the ambiance of the place. That was until it grew too cold, and at the arrival of the first shiver of your form you decided enough.