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When you pass through the arch, you hear—feel a deep resounding chime, like it's striking against your heart, your body. The feeling ripples, growing and swelling, until it feels like you're multiplying, being split apart then put together again and again. If you can catch your thoughts, echoing everywhere as they are, you might realize that being opened up makes it easier for someone else to look into them. Though, that may be hard when there are bright, electric sensations rippling across your skin (skin? where is your body?) and mind. There are flashes of a great big yellow planet, an endless field of sunflowers, an eclipse between two foreign spheres, rows and rows of identical children that aren't moving, a forest covered in quiet snow, a young man in a school uniform, a red gemstone swinging in a wide arc on a chain, a soft chuckle that brushes warmly against a fragment of yourself—

Then, as suddenly as it began, it is over. You are whole as you were before the arch, only a light prickle at your fingertips lingers. Though the location has changed, you are as you should be . . . Aren't you?

#witchheart