felt united with it in a very depressing way. And as if she wasn't already wrought with the highest degree of turmoil, she then noticed the bottom of her dress on fire.
Intuitively, without thinking twice, she dropped, tumbling down a treacherous hill of ruins.
At the bottom of a pile of wreckage, in total disarray, she once again found herself upon the ground. She kicked her feet around impulsively to put out the last of the flames and then paused, trying to gain composure.
She breathed in, out.
Tremendously aggravated, she lay there on her belly, cursing aloud. There were only first-degree burns she would have to sustain, possibly some second-degree ones. Lina could feel the fiery heat upon the surface of the baked Earth. She was covered with a great deal of blackened sludge and grunge. She tried going to her happy place again, and eventually, with great effort, was able to return to outerspace to watch herself dance, but still found herself alone. And try as she might to bring forth other friendly, familiar entities into her Mind's Eye, they just would not come.
Lina felt that familiar opposing force she loved to hate creeping up on her, attempting to taint her essence and prevent her from reaching the vastest of her imagination. She looked down at her dress to notice how thoroughly dull and null it had become. Her spirits dampened.
It would seem that Magdalena had given all of her loving to the ground lately, as she continuously found herself down upon it and back again.
A bruised, miserable Magdalena wearily pushed herself up, dusted herself off, and again looked around, trembling despite herself. In the Moonlit darkness, she could see piles and piles of wrecked mortar, broken cement structures, and pieces of bricks and wood, completely destroyed, all coated with a dark, slimy, shadowy substance. She dared not imagine the types of foul odors that were wafting through the air beyond her helmet. Nor the powerfully activated energies of intense radiation poisoning the spoiled atmosphere. The detonation of the mighty, most momentous sperm-bomb of Fletcher Munsin had no doubt hit within the past hour, the woman surmised.
