Reality bends, melting like neon wax dripping into infinity. Your mind unravels, spiraling through galaxies of electric hues, each thought a pulse of liquid light. Time slows—seconds stretch into eternity, laughter echoing in kaleidoscopic waves. The air hums, whispering secrets only the awakened can hear. Gravity loosens its grip, and you float, weightless, lost in cosmic rhythm. Shadows dance, shifting forms between dreams and delirium. Nothing is real, yet everything is vivid—every sensation amplified, every color alive. The universe pulses, breathing with you, pulling you deeper into the infinite unknown. Let go. Drift. Become one with the trip.