She walks down a hallway of infinite mirrors where repetitions of her curvy body bounce off of liquid surfaces in every direction. An endless, over-the-top, Versailles-like funhouse of glittering gold – metallic pools reflect every plane.
Up is down and down is unfolding into what’s ahead.
The light is so blinding, she can only keep her bright yellow eyes halfway open.
She is inside a hallucination.
Arms and legs generate new patterns of flesh colored shards and florets. Through the long thin passageway, she spins circular rhythmic forms into unpredictable new dimensions.
Her body breaks the cylindrical barrier; shatters the mirrored corridor.
She squints at the future.
She is the kaleidoscope.