all in the mind (what does it matter?)

It doesn't last long. The walls of the cave begin to tremble. Blades of grass shivering, the tree's bark crumbling into chips, fading away into the wind. The leaves fly all over the realm, obscuring her vision. The colors before her no longer make sense, but they are swirling, twinkling, flickering—bright, dark, vivid and dull.She does not question it. She knows perfectly well what is happening.She has always known every single corner of her thoughts, every single argument to make against it. She has always known the reason for her every act, her every thought, her every response.She simply dislikes swallowing the bitter pill.Still a child, is she not?(She thinks, and thinks, even though she knows the answer to everything. Even though she knows this, in the end, is all for nothing.)