crux face

...and as he walked off of her stage, she felt that imaginary organ in her chest collapse in on itself. The gloss of post-production blinked out, leaving her with the static and glum of a life dubbed "real".
seated in grass unmown and cool, she saw credits rolling on a red backdrop, accelerating until the letters stretched into vertical lines.
at that moment [what it is] lost track of [what it means]
and the grass was green,
and the sky was blue
and that was all.