Kala dreamed of darkness. Complete darkness. There were rustling sounds somewhere and eyes. Or dots. She couldn't tell. But all around her there were colors, some bright red--like goo-bug eyes--, and others weren't eyes at all but shapes, like a wash of color that glimmered and gleamed. Maybe she was floating, too, for the ink black of it was everywhere and she could tell which way was up or down.

The lights moved with her, as if tracking her, but nothing ate her, and she just watched them warily as she tried to reach out with a hand to touch something. Kala blinked and watched her own skin glow, pulsing with gold-white light and a touch of rainbow-esque shine at the edge of the glow. It was...disturbing...but pretty all at once. The lights rotated around, making her dizzy, and she called out.