Come here, darling, and let me blindfold you. No, not for that. We'll save that for later, with the rum and the oils and the fur-lined blankets, the soft hum of the night.
For now, just the blindfold. Comfortable? Tight enough? No light, no landmarks, no stars, no touch, no way to navigate except via your own internal compass and maybe some low and expectant moaning? Excellent.
And now, off you go. Start walking. Or perhaps swimming. Or even sailing. Any sort of locomotion, really, that would employ only said internal guide and no way to know in just what direction you're moving, but endless space in which to move.
Are you afraid? Worry you might walk on forever, never to return? Concerned you might fall off the edge of the world? Fear not. You won't get lost. You won't get swallowed by the Void. Here is the big secret: You'll come back around eventually. Hell, everyone does. ...
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