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along with them, each detail as sharp and as vivid as though he’d never
closed his eyes at all.
Now, clear as a dream, he found himself standing deep in a small
meadow, surrounded by a dark, starlit forest. Crickets sang softly behind
him, their voices merging with that of a stream nearby.
“And hear, listen, the rustling sounds of a breeze as it kisses the
branches and leaves, shadows of stars, your totem animal singing to you
the visions and dreams, glimpsing an age you once knew and thought
you’d forgotten, remembering now, the dry desert air stirring sands of
time with the chanting of voices, spells woven in overtones of the stories
they tell, each note a thread weaving over and back through the Narcean
loom, together lives knotted in infinite black, web of the void, felt, smelt,
tasting the hot breath on the back of your neck as fires of passion consume,
poised on the edge of the pyramid tumbling round the all-seeing
eye of your mind reaches out in all directions to gather, collect impressions
words form on your senses, connect with the wellspring eternal
that’s deep inside you, heart beating in rhythm, ba-boom, ba-boom, with
the pulse-sing of drums.”
After peering into the gloom ahead for many moments and still aware
of Rob’s voice rolling ever on in the back of his mind, he proceeded forward
through the woods cautiously. Soon, the darkness grew so complete
that only the crunching of leaves, pebbles, and roots underfoot registered
as he made his way down, steadily down to the bottom of this deep
valley. He could hear the rumble of breathing somewhere below, the soft,
invisible purring of a living shadow.
He would stumble on occasion, his foot snagging on a root or catching
on one of the rocks, and finally found his way down to a stone bridge.
Inspecting it closely, he saw that it had been constructed from enormous
grey slabs of stone, spanning a broad and brackish river winding through
the valley and cleaving it in half. The clearing afforded by this open
expanse allowed unnatural amounts of light to filter through the canopy
forming an unusual twilight, a green and purple haze crystallizing in the
air. As Alexi stepped onto the bridge, the air surrounding him felt
warmer, and the dizziness returned. The woods fell silent, and seemed to
move far away, a distant memory.
Seated on one of the cornerstones and staring into the distance with
half-closed eyelids, he could hear Rob’s voice speaking to him, so close
he felt the warmth of his breath near his ear. Accompanying the words
came a rhythmic rattling sound. Alexi closed his eyes, let himself relax
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