Kaya wasn't too sure why she smiled to herself amidst the orange, blacks, and reds.  There was a thought in her mind, but it just escaped her recollection.  She tried again and again for any reference, any foundation upon which she could carve a path to her current, contemporary standing, but...

...well, the greens weren't here.  Here, the greens were jade and shiny, shining off an orange-white light that wasn't as soft as the one she recalled.  They also refracted the black, black which felt so warm...but also so cool.  So soft, but the way the little granules of the blackness rolled like mud underneath her skin suggested otherwise.

If only she could...remember how rough it was exactly, before.

And she could hear the voice.

"I'm gone, then."

Gone?  Gone where?  How did she know what did "gone" mean?  Why would that even be important?

The black granules molded and clung to her hands like dough.  She wanted...no, NEEDED to feel what was gone.  But the texture, the consistency she wanted...it never was quite right.  Too spongey one moment, too dry the next.  But she squeezed the black, and she was upright.  Right...pulled down.

She didn't like the feeling anymore, so she decided to not be pulled down.  She was up, at least, but not too far.  She wanted to stay here for a bit, to remember what was gone.

Maybe she could just forget what happened now, and continue on with her life...then.  But how?  All she smelled was the oils burning and the metal melting.  The blacks were loosening up into tar again, and the bright oranges still flickered.  How could she remember?

She felt herself grow hot, and her body pulsed in rhythmic descent into panic.