Before I awoke:

A vortex was created. A quiet fear in me ate at my calm, causing me to shake in its biting. Still, despite better judgement, we jumped in. Particles jumped from the center. Only when weightless could we see how far and large it really was. Floating, we were carried in the whirlwind. But without gravity our anxiety hung with us. Never knowing such things meant the outcome was just as dark and we waited with a type of excitement in our breath. The dark was sky, mourning the suns loss. The grey was clouds deformed in their anticipation of the storm and the sharp particles that danced and popped were stars awaiting their call back to the main stage. We all spun together and then the ride was complete and we grabbed an edge. We had to map this. But time had retreated and nothing was the same.