While I came to, I felt the spectral, ethereal presence of an ambivalent omen.
Conscious? I may have been. Paralyzed, I lay still.
As naïve and bare as fetus from womb, I lay docile. Bare.
The presence magnifies. A manifestation begins.
Now, a resemblance of sensation begins to overtake.
An opaque state of being.
In an instant, I remembered everything…
Is this foreboding? Yes.
And now, the wisp has molded. Contrast to anatomy.
And yet, I lay still.

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