The wave of energy lifts you and gently recedes. Time stops, vivid green tones take over the space around you, and the air becomes tense.
You can hear the breaking of a juicy fig. A sweet and viscous warmth envelops you. A pulse wraps around you. You breathe in. Breathe out. Warmer, and warmer still.
The tips of your fingers sense a coarse, rough wooden surface. There is so little light, but you want so much more.
A sweet smoke warns you that there is no way back, and the path ahead is lost in haze. There is no other path but to exist here and now, in the moment.
“…a scent that wants you to stay just a little longer.”