You sit blindfolded on a wooden stool as there was an intense spotlight shining, for the moment all eyes are upon you as you sweat, until at last the dark green blindfold is taken off. Cheers are heard as you are in front of a crowd of cheering people.
"Now, listen to my command," says the baritone bass of someone sitting near to your ear, from across the hallway. "When I count to three, you will fall into a deep slumber and will not awaken until someone gives you a command," A spinning disc is inches from your face, swirling and spiralling into a typhoon of colours and shapes. Then your eyes close slowly as all you see is the blackness of the dark void...
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