Astralomitis

I close my eyes

I am adrift in the astral sea

Crystalline coleurs dance in arcs and swirls all around me

The Astral Sea was supposed to be nothingness

But it was home to me

I would travel the planes frequently, but that coleurful nothiness was, and forever shall be, my home

But I can no longer return

I have lost the means to travel

I am stuck, slowly rotting to madness from astralomitis

I just want to be home