You walk toward the screaming. It sends a chill through you, in spite of the great heat in the cavern.
You are feeling kind of dizzy. Your head is spinning, but you stumble on in the red-lit gloom of the cavern of the lava river. You aren't thinking straight. Was it something you ate? Not likely, since there is nothing you've eaten. It's a psycho-attack, like a monkey on your back. Your thoughts are all jumbled. You hear yourself mumbling. There is a weird disassociation between your mind and your brain. Your mind floats ahead. Is this like being dead? You scream and then fall on the ground. Everything's quiet. There is only the sound of the lava, bubbling and gurgling, as it flows through the cavern.
Your mind has come loose from your body. Look! There is your body lying on the ground, but here is your viewpoint running around. It's almost like dreaming, except for the screaming. The screaming, please make it stop!
Everything stops. The lava is frozen. You can see every detail of each bubble and lump. The body on the floor is screaming no more.
Now what to do with this free-floating mental viewpoint that can stop time? You drift over to the rock wall of the cavern and enter it. At first it's quite frightening to be inside of the rock, but then you get used to it and slip through basalt and granite and limestone and marble and suddenly pop out in a room carved in stone where a gigantic throne made of silver and gold stands waiting for a king. It looks very old, but is perfectly clean, and glitters and gleams with a bright metal sheen.
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