I see red and green – traffic lights, slightly blurry in the late twilight.
I see people swishing by, leaving traces of their existence, on the flooded pavements.
I hear different sounds, embedded in the rapid footsteps, the hushed voices, and my thoughts.
Slowly, silence drapes over me like a thick cloak, as all sounds fade away.
And then, I see yellow lights and purple smoke. I am finally home.