Complex Compilation

My dad taught me visualization for sports back in high school, and it worked wonders. Now I find myself doing it here and there, coming up with the most complex image I can think of. This is likely my most complex to date.

At the edges it bled to many familiar places at once: The paisley whisps when I was held captive, and the serenaded mental tapestry that preceded this one as a baseline. There were the pillars flying through the ceiling and the floor, the thought of how etherealness might work if the floor didn't count, and how it might work if you used it on your immediately generated clone instead of yourself, while you danced around the surface of this world. It also included the double boop vision, the cake walk dance, the double spiraling fire and lightning that was followed by multiverse arrows all seeking the prey, and of course the disintegration of my mind involved in possessing two opposite spirits at once. The saturated slippy doppelgangers each flew through the core, taking the handful given each of them and flinging it into the sky once they breached the surface, before sliding back below for another round until all was saved. The pieces flew to the poles, each to their own, forming perfect twins. The twins made sure to piece me back together once I had exhausted myselves and in the end I realized I was chaotic good to the core, untamed by design. It might be a bad idea, it might be forbidden, but if I perceive that someone is trapped and forever in pain I do it anyway, running headlong without thinking, with a pure heart.