Find yourself swirled in psychedelic contemplation as you are whisked away by Megan, who dematerializes through your eyes, and bounces in between fractals, as she takes you through a journey. She walks you through your past and present, and shows you times that you tried to best forget. She takes your hand, and lets you know that it's okay.
You look your demons in their eyes, and see the dark, so that you can know the light. Fear is but an illusion of the mind, a regressive cycle of walls closing you in. Let Megan relinquish those walls, and break the chains weighting your soul. She glides her hand gently across your arm, with only her nails meeting your skin, as she moves her hand upward toward your cheek, where it settles for a moment. Her palm cuffs your cheek, and her warmth is injected into your psyche.
Feelings of absolute bliss flood the entirety of your being. Euphoria, redemption, and moments of rapture engross you. You lose control. You enjoy it. You realise that the need for control is but the catalyst to fear. You give her the wheel. You allow her to steer the boat. In that moment she re-plots the course. She determines a new path for you both. You are not concerned. You know this new path will lead you to your ultimate truth. Let Megan lead the way, and so you shall Live Strong, my Dear.