I was one of the few chosen ones, got brought up to a room surrounded by soft white lighting walls. I sat down and felt like something is abstracting my energy. I was the sacrifice of someone’s greater achievement. I felt my limbs turning cold and I can see my toes and fingers covered by some sort of snowflakes kind of white dust. I felt weaker and weaker, I flipped my body out from the bench and sitting on the ground with a tiny bit of energy left in my body.
I saw a bunch of my hair turned white, silver-white, like granny’s hair colour, I know it was the effects caused by the white room.
It looks like there’s a party in the room, another room, a dark room with some disco lights.
I met a couple of new people, told them how I was upset with my white hair. And there’s this guy, I believe I only just knew him, he seems nice. He brought out a pair of scissors and cut my white hair off just in a blink. I was shocked but not too much. Then I was like, well, let’s cut it off! I don’t like them anyway. After a few minutes, I’ve had a new hairstyle at a party.
Someone hugged me from my back, tightly. Someone hold their hands in a circle, make me focus on what I can see in the circle. The arms around me are leading me going through the party space, the sight in the circle is changing through the way and I saw different groups of people, it felt like a well-directed film is playing in that circle. I started to tear up while realizing who are the people show up in this “film”. They are the people who are really important in my uni life, from the first year to the last year, friends and professors.
Then I realized that’s my birthday party.
