Just like Apocalypse Now, heavy breath 1,2,3, controlled and focused.
Descending steps sounding loud and crisp, only deep reflection floating on top.
In the mind a painting appears, dark, mysterious.
Black and Tan.
Light too in the center.
Don't disturb this.
A heavy white page is now turning.
A story in its own right with no explanation or talking needed.
A sudden revelation emerges but it's too sudden and too revealing.
Turning another page now.