Everyone needs to escape sometimes and retreating into somebody elses fantasy isnt nearly as satisfying as slipping into your own.

Her world fragmented into dozens of sharp cutting shards shedding the salty blood and saltier tears that ringed the bitter cocktail of her despair. She was caterpillar and butterfly both caught in a cocoon of raw nerves and open sores she was insanity wrapped up in the thin transient wrappings of a temporary lucidity and she was afraid because an innate desire lay in the bottom reaches of her psyche for the very poison that was killing her.

Fire and water logic and reasonthose footholds of reality that you mortals hold so near and dear become like so much mist on the plains of the dreamscape.