Vitrifaction Ambient 3 Story Index

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The people here are so kind. Their smiles are so bright.
Everything here is in its proper place. Except you. But there's still time.
Some of the dust is blown up into a thick cloud. You take a deep lungful; it's like incense, but cleaner.
Your teeth are the best part of you, really.
Before you decided to visit, you might have thought you were feeling pain. How silly you were!
It feels like your ribs are finally able to tuck inwards, where they belong, now that all that mess and noise is settling down.
What a wonderful place. What a wonderful place!
You catch a glimpse of your hands. They're all wrong. They won't do at all. Not all askew like this.
The glass is singing. Or is that you? No, it's both. Your voices are beautiful together.
When you turn your head, you can hear the wet click of tendons in your neck. How dreadful. It won't be a problem, soon.
It would be a very good idea to lie down and close your eyes. You could listen to the glass sing you to sleep.
Your head feels heavy on your neck, your arms heavy on your shoulders. What an awful demand, to expect you to hold them up with a few strips of muscle. You poor thing.
What a blessing it is, to be in a place without distractions like this. What a joy, to think clearly for the first time in your life.