Most readily? ''Pain.'' A headache that could snap the ferrotitanium guide line of the Way Up. Craving for understanding is natural, but other symptoms tag along.
Each revolution of the mind brings just a //bit// more to your senses.
Reality bends to your will: ] Consciousness comes slowly, an interstellar drag engine spooling up after far too long unfired. Torei, consumed by pleasure and its attendant dangers, does indeed await. *Time drifts by with each passing stack cloud.
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