It's bleeding. Falling into another time zone. Somewhere out of care, but for me I keep staring.
Hypnotic. Color falls off like over watered patina on a high gloss canvas, but in layers. Someone had painted layer upon layer over millions of years.
Like the crescent of an obelisk in the center of night, the color still washing away.
I'm captivated. I can't move. Still breathing, it's taking me in. Closing all sensory transmission to the world that beckons me to follow.
It's falling deeper when it should be rising. I'm inside now. The blood warmth has me. I'm gone.
I'll be looking through the portal, watching closely...are you?
Have a good night life-