Madness string 93450

Random mermaid
White birds soar against the bright blue sky, flapping their wings like rippling waves, wavering in shades of bright and shadow, all odd. An illusion of separation, above and below, pushed aside in each flap, each swoop, each interweaving motion of the flock...

Think about your eyeballs when you're trying to sleep, or your eyelids. How tight they're closed. Whether they're rolled back right now or aimed straight at the ceiling? They feel straight. Why do you still see swirls even though it's dark outside your eyelids?