Sounds of Tindalos - The Darkest of The Hillside Thickets

Open up

Pop 'em down

Just relax

Hear the sounds

Struggle not to be free

Tell us all what you see

Can you sense that we’re here

You’ve got nothing to fear

It’s alright

You’ll be fine

As you’re sucked back in time

Are the walls of the house fading in, fading out?

Are you near?

Are you far?

Can you tell where you are?

Are you trapped?

Are you free?

Simultaneously?

Can you see everything?

Is it black?

Is it gone?

Can you sense what’s beyond?

Take a step further back

Just a peek through the crack

Are they force?

Are they space?

Are they dead or awake?

Are they far?

Are they near?

Do they feed on your fear?

Is it life inchoate?

Is it hate concentrate?

Concentrate!

Concentrate!

From the corners and bends do they strike yet again and again?