Prologue
It was something she could never describe. It was easy, it was the hardest thing she could ever do. It was warm. It was cold. It was everything, it was nothing. It was the smallest stream, it was the largest ocean. It was a molten flame, it was a frozen, biting glacier. It was odorless, it filled her nose with so many scents that it made her mind almost collapse with so much information running through it. It made her body feel nothing, yet everything. She heard nothing, and heard everything. It was in black and white. Everything was in techno-color
It was the when she slipped through the Broken Seams.