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Here it is:
Noone in the room, spirits, shadows you could say. Essences.
Candles, flickering, arranged in a circle. A rusty metal structure.
No other light.
Glimpses of the walls, though they dont seem fixed.
Dusty atmosphere, warmth, almost on the tongue.
Melt.
Turn to blue, purple. Deep. The flames shift colour. Extinguish themselves in a sense. Like liquid. Almost viscous, though comfortable, content.
A vibration runs through. Red. Orange. Slow.
An open expanse. Floating.
Defining this space and its confines seems pointless. On some level it is already known.
Folding in on itself.
Slowly. Softly.
Noone in the room, spirits, shadows you could say. Essences.
Candles, flickering, arranged in a circle. A rusty metal structure.
No other light.
Glimpses of the walls, though they dont seem fixed.
Dusty atmosphere, warmth, almost on the tongue.
Melt.
Turn to blue, purple. Deep. The flames shift colour. Extinguish themselves in a sense. Like liquid. Almost viscous, though comfortable, content.
A vibration runs through. Red. Orange. Slow.
An open expanse. Floating.
Defining this space and its confines seems pointless. On some level it is already known.
Folding in on itself.
Slowly. Softly.