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Through liquid light and whispering shadows, I drift beyond the edge of Self.
Time folds into sound; memory becomes color pulsing through the air.
Faceless guides offer symbols—an eye, a feather, a staircase of breath.
At the center: silence, glowing, where fear dissolves into forgotten joy.
I return not to the world, but to the part of me I left behind.
