My world is still around me. The wind does not blow, and the lights do not flicker. Nothing is changing. Nothing has changed. There is a bile in my throat and I can't swallow it.

The space between my world and the world that isn't mine tears. Everything flies past in a whirr, and my vision is a blur. My head is a mess, I cannot think. The wind blows so sharply, there is a whistle each time it grazes harshly against my skin. It deafens my ears, I cannot hear.

I can feel my heart beating in my chest. It is alive, pumping, wild, out of my control. It is muted, but loud in my ears. My stomach caves into itself, and my insides claw its way up my throat. I cannot breathe, I don't think I'm even living.

Too fast, it's all too fast.

It feels like yesterday when I sat in the same place as blurs passed me one after another. Everyone is moving. No one is stopping. When I moved forward, it felt like I could finally walk alongside them. Maybe further. Maybe in front of them.

Yet, I still find myself in the same spot. Suffocating in the chaos, losing my calm, chest tightening in a desperate attempt to reach the surface. I can't leave. I will never leave. I will stay here forever, while everything moves past me like the wind. I will stand here forever, while the world that is not mine continues to turn. My mind spins, and my body feels heavy. I try to count, and I'm losing my numbers.

I don't know what to do next.