Why is everything all black and fuzzy? Numbness pulls at me, hums to me to return to the dark and be still. I almost do, want to, for some reason. There is great comfort in it, in the embrace of the black and the haziness of the nothing.

Have I fallen into my sorcery? Into a gaping hole made for travel from the hungry black of my power, only to be lost?

No, that can't be right. I can hear voices, can't I? Familiar voices, ones I know very well. They make me want to ...