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I had a lovely daydream. In it, I was a sailor in the 17th or 18th century, can’t remember, and I was all the way past the Australian coast, supposedly near Point Nemo. Then I think I was making up the dream as I went/ I started hearing a very lovely and obviously deadly Siren’s call. I imagined she dragged me down, and I went willingly, and upon hitting a small sand dune with a drop-off, we both saw this wall of strange shifting shapes. Not a creature, but you know how car exhaust fumes look, where the air is wavy? Imagine that, but underwater, and with dark red and green colors, like your eyes are applying images to something that isn’t there, but obviously, it is. She pushes me into the colored darkness, where I view myself outside of my own body being grabbed by some odd force, tightly around my waist, and the colors form the face of a pleasant smile. There was knowledge there, and it wasn’t meant to be seen by any human, no doubt. I think I was trying to do a Lovecraftian subversion of the Siren, where instead of just killing a poor soul they lured for fun or food, they seriously attempt to push them in the next evolutionary step, yet fail each time, since humans are simply not ready for it. The Siren herself says, “How quaint,” and I descend even further down.