There was a dizzy, sickening whirl of mental blackness--not true blackness, but a mind-enveloping darkness that was filled with the multi-colored little sparks of thoughts and memories that scattered through the darkness like tiny glowing mice, fleeing from something unknown, fleeing outwards and away toward a somewhere that was equally unknown; scurrying, moving, changing--each half recognizable as it passed, but leaving only a vague impression behind.
A short story by an American science ficti
on and fantasy author Randall Garrett.
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