The mind is a complex and colorful place for one to spend their time in. It is as if traveling to another world. A sky's shade always containing something different and pristine to regard with wonder. The dirt and earth around her always giving off an unfamiliar feeling and showering her with new and terrifying troubles. The living thing that always has new hiding spots to explore.
She can feel the vibrations of movement as the life of the mind she is within proceeds on.
This mind is harsh. Yet simple. It's spilt in patches of dessert and greed and trees and serenity. The grass gives off a scratchy, softness. The streams and brooks go both full speed ahead and so slow they don't look to be moving at all. The water tastes almost like the burning of whiskey and the fruit is filled with protein.
Staying in one spot for too long causes her to itch. The mind around her feels the same. The territory has gone through some kind of change. The dessert and harshness smooths a little as the time in Serenity grows longer. No need to itch when your home is always moving. No need to tense when there is no one around to harm you.
She likes to visit the far off corner at the conclusion of The River. It is warm there. It makes the shattered bits of her ripped up gray matter huddle together and try to configure back into something almost like the girl that once was.
This warm place is painted and sheltered in a deep blue that looks nothing like the hands of blue that meant fear and torture and desolation. This place only breathed love and protection. Promised safety for as long as she stayed near.
She sits with her back pressing against her steady rock at the end of The River and sighs peacefully.
Her rock grins and wraps her in its arms. Holding her close.
The mind of The-Man-Named-Jayne will continually be her favorite world.