Jog Slowly

There were all kinds of psychedelic lights all around, and I couldn't tell what color they were. It was constantly changing, and the surrounding fog was also changing with it. Suddenly, the fog in front of me stopped changing, and instead became fixed into a long black shadow extending from my feet. After a while, I came back to myself, and it seemed like something was standing behind me. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.