Full of Grace, Devoid of Mysticism

I don’t feel a thing. No spinning.

No blackness or stillness.

Nothing.

I’m unconscious as my eyes roll upward into my head, and I topple backward off the chair, hitting the floor. Oblivious as I convulse wildly, flopping like a fish on a dock, floundering toward death. I will learn these details later.

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