As waves roll through

As waves roll through, the character is tossed to the crest and hangs conspicuously pulled away from back-up of any solid walls. The undulations of the curtain sometimes take on dramatic swings that hang at their apex with aqueous antigravity. The passage I float upon is erected falsely in a vast cavern, far from any backing walls. A disintegrated palette of powdery wavelets rolls out again from the depths of each pleat in either direction with direction with incremental gradients each aligned with the vertical chute of its pleat. The movements taking place in the opposite direction of my progression I cannot confirm. They may be wavering in stillness as I rustle past. The colour maintains a translucency over the mist that appears to swirl up from the floor. With a watery bearing itself, the low-borne cloud transports a colourful light: a distant brassy blonde. The lower zones of the curtain are creamy, in shadow, stained in scallops to a filthy water aged brown. The colour of the curtain, which continues to roil, is more discretely arrayed than that of the cloud, in which the entire palette of the chamber is dissolved.