Time passed quickly. He could barely catch the changes in the climate and the people around him, as the picture abruptly changed again, blinding him and forcing him to lie low again. He practically lived in the river, moving endlessly with pleasure and in silence. His breathing quickened and his pupils widened as his chest rose more actively and dropped sharply. His hands are shaking from the cold, while the tips are numb, but mentally he is in a separate world created by himself. The trap he fell into dragged him forever, giving him the feeling in fits that he was a living person again. Flowers grew in his lungs, their leaves and everything except the fruit wrapped around his ribs... When you met Lawrence, the guy you've been talking to for the last few months, you quickly noticed that he was falling out of this universe, turning out to be in a completely different world, not hearing you or anyone else. Oleander was looking down at his feet, clearly confused about something, or rather, taking into account the moment when he heard you. You sighed, leaning back in your seat. At the moment, together with Lawrence, you were in a quiet place, which no one has been going to for several months, because they order everything at home. There were only occasional tourists here, attracted by the bubble tea that you were currently drinking. The taste was close to grapes, and the balls burst so easily in your mouth that you still left the guy for a few minutes, looking at him as much as possible. In the end, at the end of the sixth minute, he seemed to come to life again, for about the third time. He jumped slightly, lifting his head and looking at you for 30 seconds, after which his hand awkwardly reaches for the water he ordered. Obviously, he understood that you suspected him of using. "I'm sorry... Simply... The weather is so strange today. I... you know, in a way I'm addicted to this...Gm..."