Black then white are all I see in my infancy.
Red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me,
Lets me see.

—Tool, Lateralus

Inhale.

Colours are washing over you. Drifting, shifting, twisting, changing. No point of focus, no solid shapes. You feel the contrast and graze the answers.

And this takes you to a place you’ve never been, but always dreamed of. Where you’re bathed in happiness, and you can see the warmth of the light. When you hear nothing but stillness, and feel nothing but contentment.

And this picture in your head is as real to you as your heartbeat. You become lost to this world when your eyes roll back and your head tilts backward.

Let me take you there.