A dreamy place awaited her. The place was strange, yet there was laughter and talk about odd experiences. Its unusual, but she can only remember glimpses of the experience. Some moments of laughter, and fond tastes of forgotten things. A lingering taste of lemons and mint, a chance conversation in which there was talk of wisdom. She'd always prided herself on her good memory. But yet she knows what she knows, and what she doesn't dissolves into misty vague hints. Brief hints of colour and sound, scents of things here then gone, and conversations spoken of, but also vaguely unsettling for the lack of depth.
