Someone calling in the dark,
a tik-tok oscillation unlock.
It aches my head.
It’s not me. Stop.

Wait… is it hypnosis?
A pendulum,
relaxing the inner void,
deepening focus,
a subconscious
never felt before—

a sleep shrine
built inside the sublime.

Or is it the eyes—
blue movements,
used by a creature
to torment, to erase, till madness—
the thing one must never see.

Two paths to choose:
awakening from the dream,
or concealed horror,
where eyes remain open—
and one is gone forever.