The moment Cookie King's eyelids spread, engulfing black of thousands of white, twinkling dazzle covered the unending abyss at every possible direction of the third dimension. It was a similar feeling to the one she experimented with back on the platform that the road of spilling golden and silver hairs took her to, except that there was no gravity pulling her down to any glass surface.
Her body was still denuded down to the most intimate part, exposing her primal humanity and young femininity to the primordial machine of the universe. She gasped for air, although there was nothing in there to breathe. Her lungs didn't inflate and kept asleep, like those of the dead and the ones who had not been born yet, but her body didn't need any oxygen, nor any protection against the mortal vacuum at that moment. Was it real, or more of a part of fantasy itself?
