The Laughter Concerto/25

The sensation grew—and grew further—until Alice, curled tight into a big, stiff question, could not answer herself anymore; her thoughts slipped out of key, her soul revolving into resonance.

Her body trembled at high frequency, each tremor small but relentless, vibrating the walls, her face flushing crimson.

She burst into wild, uncontrollable laughter—louder than thunder before a storm, louder than applause after a finale.

The laughter came in waves—each swelling fuller, sharper, more radiant than the last—reverberating through the narrow space, focused at first, then multiplying, until the concerto and her laughter, first mingling, then fusing, became a single compound propagating like viral code, reprogramming the space thou by thou.

The wafloings quivered beneath it; the chemistry remixed itself into a self-generating echo, bouncing and twisting, too fierce for so small a room to bear.

The echo struck a perfect sforzando; the tiny room shook, released its strain, and snapped back into order. 

For a moment, everything hung suspended—the breath, the soul, the very atoms of her being. Then, Alice exhaled — — — a long afternoon of breath letting go.

A great silence followed—the echo neatly cached by the Wonderlandian system, which sensibly went into sleep mode.

A Concerto Entered Sleep Mode 😴

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