Rattle a Chain, Prince Lotario Martin III Options

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It's 2:30 on a monday

I'm up, further up, then brought far down, lower than I was before. What mechanism moves my body? Whoo.....

The floating rear-view mirror in front of me tells me that a honking light wants me to curse at it and flip it off. I take a breath.

Tension seizes with the struggle to maintain composure and lucidity.

Bells and whistles move towards the strengthening climax; a robust array of sound, light, and magic. Rain cleans away whatever filth had accumulated on the masses around me. Then, static....

THE TRUMPETS BELLOW!!!!

Around me is light, shimmering and all-encompassing. There are no shades, they couldn't possibly exist here. Amber and gold patterns reflect the natural light, illuminating my face like never before. I take one step before I am dragged back, my fingers bloody from the struggle.

There is white and blue, a hint of yellow seeps off a single candles flame. It flickers once, twice, and dissipates leaving a trail of gray smoke, floating to the ceiling.