Synapse - D.M.T
There's ****ing complex geometric patterns moving in synchronous order in three-dimensional space
And it's like there are arteries
Except there's not blood pumping to them, there's ****ing lights.
Pulsating lights with no boundaries, and you can't really understand it.
And there's an alien communicating with me
who looks like, like, sorta like a Thai Buddha except he's made entirely of energy and there's no, there's no, like... outline to him, he's just one thing
And he's concentrating on me and he's trying to tell me not to give in to astonishment
What the **** is that?
DMT!
What the **** is that?