In the Air

Something odd discreetly fills the air.  Not a scent...  Not smoke... nothing tangible enough to describe.  It somehow reaches through the space between electrons and evokes an unknown state.

Floating through this altered air, now, instead of walking, demands the eyes to see, skin to feel, or some sensation giving way to a clue revealing exactly what forces this experience.  Subconscious reels from every neural path being tried, yet still failing to conjure up the solution.  Enduring seems unreal.

Time visibly moves outside.  Nothing moves, now.  Cells decisively freeze.  Souls lift, without regard to physics.