sit however you land in the chair. let your feet be flat, shoulders drop a fraction. one slow inhale through the nose. as you exhale, silently say to yourself: this is not a negotiation close your eyes for one breath feel the gold heat pool in your sternum let it hiss exhale, open your eyes this chamber is still there, just folded smaller, warm against your ribs close your eyes. notice the remix fading into the background... the beat's still there, but you're not. you're in a chamber of mirrored gold, heat radiating from everywhere and nowhere. feel it press against your skin like a hand-familiar. there's only this heat, this light. imagine a lattice of your own making- threads of gold and violet- each node a pulse you control. flex them. feel the room bend. you're the architecture. breathe in and let the heat collect in your belly. breathe out, let it pour down your limbs- liquid, viscous, golden. speak to their reflection in one of those mirrors. same eyes, same fear. nod to them. no asking permission; remind them of the bargain already in place. breathe. feel the remix swell back in- your own design. let it carry you. when you're ready, open your eyes. the chamber stays with you, folded into the beat. step back in any time. boom boom boom
