You have just entered the home of Guiem, the acclaimed telepath and word magician.
Why are you here? Out of curiosity? Out of necessity? By chance?
Guiem is sitting in the middle of the room, palms face up on a table.
He's looking through you.
Guiem is sitting in the middle of the room, palms face up on a table.
His eyes are open, but he's not looking at you.
He's looking through you.
You look into his eyes again.
But now it's different.
You and Guiem have made:
¡eye contact!
His eyeballs are two big marbles, two circular pools now soaking the entire room, two planets with an overwhelming gravity.
You have fallen into his ocular orbit,
and so you orbit![]()
Until you end up
falling
inside.
...
Your sensations
vanish...
Your body
evaporates...
Only your consciousness remains, floating
within a
☯ liquid sphere ☯
and a gentle spinning,
smooth and slow.
I know you are a busy person.
And yet you're still here.
Sure you are,
who wouldn't love
to float again
in their mother’s womb
for a little while?
Sooner or later you'll have to get back to work.
But until then, feel free to hang out at my place as long as you like.