After what felt like days of self pity and loathing, pain and degradation, my body seemed to begin to heal at a rapid rate. I looked at my arm and watched in tired fascination as the bloody welts and pale cracked skin seemed to reform into an unblemished whole.

''Did my arm get longer?'' I vaguely registered myself thinking.

Slowly my head began to clear, but it felt different, almost like I was dreaming, but always on the cusp of waking up.

I noticed then that small screens seemed to be extending out of the hatch around me.

Having fully healed from the work of the green liquid, I turned my head around to observe them descend, curiosity more prevalent than fear.

An abject horror coupled with acceptance at my situation led my tired mind to repeat a single phrase endlessly

'What more can they do?' The question rolling around my head, splitting against the desolate edges of my consciousness that still seemed to be groggy with chemicals and pain.

The screens seem to align themselves with the full scope of my vision, no matter where I look, the screens are there, omnipresent to my eyes.

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Slowly, unclear and random images began to form and painfully high pitched screeches seemed to ripple across the stagnant liquid of the pod and drill into my ears.

The pain was not immediate, it grew and grew, weathering away at my fractured will, the noise and lights from the screen seemed to carry a weight that almost felt like it was tearing out my brain and spreading it across the outside of my skull until all until every stray thought was like a hammer smashed against the surface of my mind.

But then suddenly I felt something within the notes and within myself break.

The pain ceased immediately and became the most exquisite ecstasy

All at once, Among the Stars,

I felt myself give in.

I realised the lights and noise weren't hurting me, it was letting me understand.

The cacophony wasn't chaos, but a symphony of sensation

It was Inspiration

It was Acceptance

It was Truth

The half heard words in my waterlogged ears were a blessing and grace flowed through my veins

I was the tuning fork to the music of the spheres and all that was asked of the divine melody was for me to listen.

And to Obey.