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♫ Drifting Through Images ♫
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I enter the Corridor of Fading Senses. It narrows and darkens as it recedes, yet the further I venture, the more vibrant and bright the images on the walls, floor, and ceiling become, and the more distinct the sounds that float meandering through the space, occasionally striking my third ear.
“Your Majesty. May I try to bring Nemo here? I have a very brilliant idea.”
Fascinated and awestruck, I observe the imagery and manifestations of my mind, listening to the inner musique concrète of my soul.
Unfortunately, despite years of training, I can only maintain a lingering spark of consciousness for a short while; a little later (much too quickly, always much too quickly), Hypnos takes me in his arms, and sleep embraces me.

