Catharsis | ii.Raquel has entered the eleventh dimension, but not really. The tenth dimension came to an end and with it the end of all beings outside of herself. Raquel doesn't really know what she's managed to enter. Her lungs expand slowly and steadily, her heart contracting abnormally. She can hear waves of the ocean being pushed and pulled by the moon, hear the birds singing and the fish swimming and the sand washing away. But Raquel cannot see. She can smell the sour odor of death and taste it on the tip of her tongue, but she cannot see. She can feel blades of smooth grass running against the back of her arms and legs, feel the dirt staining the cloth around her body, feel what may be the earth pressing against her scalp, but she cannot see. Raquel doesn't know where she has washed up but she's assuming it's the eleventh dimension because the tenth ended and if she knows anything, anything at all about life and the world, it's that eleven comes after ten.
Eleven will always come after ten.
Catharsis | i.Raquel is a lifeless doll strung to a box waiting to be bought by a bouncy child with parents who spend too much money on material things. Unlucky for her, the economy is in decline and children are getting more accustomed to gifts of food and cloth than plastic. The strings are tight but they won't leave marks; the box is cramped and Raquel shares it with all her belongings, but it's okay. She's grown used to not being able to move. Then again, Raquel hasn't really got a choice.