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One question burns in my consciousness… is this healing? Why can’t I tell? My mind paces. … It shuts off, fallen into complete nothingness. No floor… No ceiling. I feel eyes watching me, as if from hundreds of angels’ faces. But this is no look of salvation from something holy. I feel nothing but the void itself. Something isn’t right here. … A wash of pain like bleach on a papercut caresses my skin coldly. I feel my bones cracking, my skin pierced. My mind races as I sit here… … … … I can’t stay… … … … My mind opens, sliced through like a hot knife through plastic. And I hear it… it’s telling me to stay in this place. … “You are safe here little one… you h...View all