Circadian mixed in with a phased synthesizer. It gives way to strong bass. A door opens. I see
strange lights on the other side. I am wary, but am seized by a desire to pass through. As i-
f the thought is not my own. The lust of someone else lived out through me.
A rotating red wheel. Something intestinal. Astral digestion phases and patterning of the wal-
ls. Projected onto the surfaces. A pleasant aroma. Rare, bitter, herbs. It disappears. Darkne-
ss. There are walls beginning to appear.
A conveyor belt. Glass orbs, sparkling with impossible colors, pass by. I look down. My body i-
s one of these orbs. I am seized, once again, by thoughts that are far older than my own. A new
language. Curling out of my mouth are purple clouds wrapping in on themselves and forming tria-
ngles of the most sensual blue.
Silence again. There is a circle of orange ahead of me. Nine figures sit. The same purple color
flows from their blank faces and congregate into a mass. At the center is the most blinding wh-
ite/iridescent light. Beyond imagination. Terror. Death. I am looking at death.
I wake up.