Tropicalia/Volcano/Sip
"Sure thing," you reply.
Hooking your rope into the lip of the volcano, you rappel down. Hanging free, floating inches above the burbling rainbow, you dip your jangloy mug down into the liquid.
Pulling up a mugful of the rainbowy concoction, you sniff it. A harmonious cocktail of birds-of-paradise herbs and spices fills your nostrils.
Tilting back the concoction, it oozes down your throat, coating it with a gel-like substance. It feels so good and warm, yet at the same time cool.
You open your mouth and speak in a thousand simultaneous tongues. The clouds part above you and the sky opens her mind to you.
Communing in your thousand languages with the sky, a rapturous moment of life floods you. After living for millennia in seconds, you look around you and see the volcano again.
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