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Bodies congealed. Then bodies revealed, and rainbows fantastic in abundance-- Bliss walked, bobbed eternal, but reality tripped, glowering infernal, robust with flattened, finite attitudes. On top, a music blared ins and outs-- its ways and wants from the speakers adjusted by the hands of the uncaring and the frivolous and quaint. Elsewhere, people slept far further down, downed until they waked, and harder workers worked harder down still with no future rewards in sight, just tedious delirium and sadness.
Meanwhile, the hot sun had long since set itself once again, its glowing creeping deep below the dusty horizoned windowsill of the lone Borealis, a city looked awkwardly out from but not deservedly in, until now. And there, from a small screen in a dimly lit room, there displayed before the girls-- a monotonous dance of the aforementioned. Men at computers, scientists at imagining, and people, the real Business Types, the ones of whom lacked all business, strutted and bopping to a miserable beat whacked-pulsating with apathy and an adulterated love for the monotonous. Incessance.
Aurora leaned forward, closer to the screen. "What are they doing?" she said.
Ember coughed. "Dancing." Cleared her throat. "Looks dumb, huh?"
Aurora scrunched her face. "A little." And she watched a little while longer.
Everyone was touching and bumping into each other. And... everyone looked intoxicated, at least on some stretched out paramount level of obfuscation that lacked importance, perhaps something manufactured to replicate a sharp, loathsome pheromone traditionaly released deep within the depths of desperation.
"Ember?"
"Yeah?"
"Is this part of 'Mirage' as well?"
The girl scratched her head. "Probably," she answered. "Anything that can disorient is fair game within that thing, uh..." She thought for a moment. "Whatever it is..."
Ember found it difficult to formulate her thoughts properly. The dance moves were sucking them in, too. The heat waves and the emotions contained within the moving pictures the girls watched... The substances involved... they moved them too, distracting them, but the girls felt something else, something different. They felt pity. They had both experienced the taste of the truths in their lives, and the girls had both had inklings of the greatnesses tickled into their big hearts and full brains, their soft souls and darker thoughts. It was the same warmth the girls had experienced atop the discovery of new things, whether through their two plates of cold eggs or some articulated, stale carbon cups of space age turquoise juice.
Aurora felt gassy. The juice hadn't set very well with her. "Ember?"
"Hm?"
"Have you ever, um..." she trailed off, distracted again. "Have you ever asked Garnet about 'Mirage' before?"
Fed up, Ember shut off the blurry, colored video screen they had both been looming over for far too long. "Not exactly," she yawned. "But I did hear it from him once."
Curious, Aurora spurted out, "Oh yeah?"
"Yeah, and get this. He's not fat or an outsider either. He's blonde and skinny."
Aurora threw-up a splash of bluey space age goo. Her drink from before. "What?!"
