Music Recommendation: Sacrisol by Ancestral Elephants
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A powerful force slammed into Yoa, sending his arms and legs flailing as the air whooshed from his lungs. Symbols and images ran behind his closed eyelids, and a multitude of whispers, spoken in a language he couldn't speak, yet somehow understood, layered over one another. Each voice tried to rise above the others, wanting, no needing, Yoa to hear them. To hear their stories. To receive the knowledge of the island… and beyond.
Yoa could do nothing but lie there and accept his body's response. His muscles spasmed in wild bursts, his back arching, mouth parting wide as more information breathed into his lungs.
It was too much.
Too much to comprehend.
When will it stop?
Yoa did not know how long he lay upon the earth. The shaking left him slowly, like the rumbling of thunder passing from bone to bone. How many breaths had passed? Time had no meaning in this place.
