"Relax. Try to relax. Relax. You're tired."
The voice continues for several minutes, and gradually, very gradually, becomes more melodic and faint.
Eventually I fall into a trance with pulsing violet light.
But then it starts. What feels like a thousand tiny pebbles shoot up my spine. My thighs spasm and I tense. I'm blind now. I feel a light radiate from my sternum. But I can hear. I hear a violet sound, and it melts. Into golden brown. An old corn husk. What's there? Stop!
But I'm paralyzed and can't see. But I know they're there. My dead aunt grins wide to show me her teeth.
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