Prologue
It wasn't exactly the place, so much as the circumstances. The place itself was fine. Beautiful, in fact. There were purple lawns and green skies, and trees that were made of fire that bled out into the atmosphere. There were chameleons left, right and centre, changing face, shape, colour and personality to match their mood. There were houses that bent inwards and backwards, houses that defied all the laws of physics Rose had ever been taught. There were streams that ran upwards into the sky and birds that dived between the fallings and the risings, singing beautiful songs that twinkled like notes on an organ-like oboe.
Nothing made sense in this world.
Then there were the thoughts. Feelings were the essence, they made up the world and people, changing them to suite the tide. Thoughts, however, were angry and colourless, violent creatures that tore through the world like a storm. They snarled at things that did not deserve to be there, taking the essence of happiness and light and tearing them into fragments of stars that burned.
Rose knew none of this when she stepped out of the TARDIS into a spray of sunshine. She knew far too much by the time she left.
Note: Statistics of the story are on the first chapter, which will be up later today, after I have edited it. It sort of seemed to taint the prologue, considering it was longer. Hope you enjoy.