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March 18, 2019
As I regained consciousness nothing seemed familiar: I couldn’t make sense of what was happening, nor remember where I was, or how I got here. I was ascending, struggling, trying to release my limbs from entrapments, to free and separate myself from what held me, from what was wrapped about and smothering my actions. My hearing was restored before vision in this gloom. In my anxious state, the rumbling and crashing seemed actively generated and violent, reminding me of large objects colliding, I sensed I was being pulled through a dense medium, moving closer to the source of these sounds.