A Collection of Aimless Tidbits

A resonant ringing rebounded within her thoughts, entangling her senses into an intangible mess; vision failed her, but it remained unknown if that was perhaps just because she had closed her eyes. The sounds of talking and yelling and of footsteps echoing through the warehouse blurred and warped to become horrid, unrecognizably twisted noise, bordering on painful to bare amongst the ringing in her mind. Just as soon as it had all begun, the ringing started to dissipate, sound took on a loose meaning and she was able to pinpoint what was vaguely what, and her vision, although blurry, was restored.