Fourth Lituhreree Saturnalia

Lifted higher than ever before. Not even sure where I am. There are new sensations slipping round in my head, never-before-felt madnesses that could spill over into sickness or simple bliss. The fluid in my head still understands which way is down. The sky above, where a sun blinds everything, is a pool of ever-breaking light, a reservoir of illumination, into which I'm being risen.