Ash: So...what do I do? Mindmistress: You sit in this darkened room...and give us...as it happens...your honest reaction. Ash: Honest about music? That I can do.Ash: Um. A glowing, spinning ball of emerald green has appeared. I smell---taste...limes. Far-off flutes are playing...my skin is...prickiling..like just before an electric storm.

Ash: Now the sphere has become two intertwinced snakes uncoiling...very, very lifelike...the music has become saxophones moeaning low...the smell--the taste..like--guacomole--I'm dizzy...like vertigo...Ash: The snakes are flying---slithering around me. I can feel the snake against the back of my neck. The smell---taste-- like... jalepenos. Mindmistress: Realistic? Ash: Uncannily...disturbingly so. Mindmistress: Excellent.


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