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Brilliant florescent orbs of light were just floating, floating weightless without the presence of guilt, pain, or the deep dark depths of misery that can almost swallow an entity whole if left unguarded. The orbs almost seemed to dance in front of a maroon background that Nella had first mistaken for black until her wild emerald eyes adjusted to her strange and unusual settings. The orbs taunted her, with each sway to the side and bob up and down that they made. Being able to have no sense of feelings, worries, or even life for that matter made her jealous with nasty green shades of envy. Not a care in the world. Everything so effortless, so easy. Observing these sickening objects dancing and swaying in front of her did not make her feel the least bit better. Why she felt this way, she hadn't the slightest clue, but all she knew was that it was agony. Pure agony. Every thought besides the ones about her pain were being swept away, and she had become to forget to wonder why she was here or anything else in her mind that needed the slightest bit of attention. Just agony and swirling lights and colors. Nothing else.