
He looked to the left.
He looked to the right.
Everywhere he looked was an explosion of color, ontop of a velvet black background. The colors kept changing, shifting. The shifting was slight, but the colors eventually toned down.
He heard it then. A chorus of cicadas, nitengales, and others were gaining volume. The crescendo was almost deafening now, and the colors were fading.
and then...black.