Hello. My name is mistress Tess. Welcome to Curious Composition. This file will tell you the story that you've heard at that time when I told you about a certain listener who listened to a story about someone listening to a story. A recording from some time ago, a long time ago, of them listening, Listening carefully, focusing on the words.
Every word is important. This story begins with a book. A book that has not been opened in a long time. The book was not a real book. It was an analogy to a voice, to a meaning, a story told from a different perspective.
Or perhaps not. Perhaps it was not like that. Let me try again. Hello. My name is Mistress Tess.
Welcome to Curious Composition. This file will tell you the story of a certain listener that listened to a file by someone very specific in a particular setting. But they had no recollection of it. Like strange bits and pieces of a memory. A pattern of a memory.
A tale. A story of someone who listened to a particular story. A recording. An innocent recording. Something about Stairs.
Stairs are in the story. Like going down 1 step at a …
Hello. My name is mistress Tess. Welcome to Curious Composition. This file will tell you the story that you've heard at that time when I told you about a certain listener who listened to a story about someone listening to a story. A recording from some time ago, a long time ago, of them listening, Listening carefully, focusing on the words.
Every word is important. This story begins with a book. A book that has not been opened in a long time. The book was not a real book. It was an analogy to a voice, to a meaning, a story told from a different perspective.
Or perhaps not. Perhaps it was not like that. Let me try again. Hello. My name is Mistress Tess.
Welcome to Curious Composition. This file will tell you the story of a certain listener that listened to a file by someone very specific in a particular setting. But they had no recollection of it. Like strange bits and pieces of a memory. A pattern of a memory.
A tale. A story of someone who listened to a particular story. A recording. An innocent recording. Something about Stairs.
Stairs are in the story. Like going down 1 step at a time. And with every step, the listener went deeper and deeper into a wonderful state. An unknown state. Libra inside.
A mysterious, Curious. Tempting you to ask Why is the listener going there? An unknown a curious decision by the narrator. The listener did not know. The listener did not care.
The listener only wished to understand more. To understand more, The listener needed a retelling of the tale. A retelling done long ago of a story told to them about a listener who needed a retelling of a story long ago. Hello. My name is mistress Tess.
Welcome to curious composition. This file will attempt, once more, to retell you the story of that one time a listener listened To a story of a listener listening to a story of a listener going down the stairs to the unknown. To a desirable state of nothingness. Tales of reaching such a state Had the listener captivated, focused on my words, focused on everything I say. Grasping at details, trying to understand why the listener, Who listened to a story of a listener going down the stairs of a thief trance?
Did not ask. Sometimes, you don't want to know. Sometimes, It's easier not to know. The listener who listened to the story of the listener who went down the stairs did not understand, nor did they really want to. So why do you?
To prove something? Hmph. Maybe there is something to prove. If you focus deeply, you might understand. It was a bit like this.
Hello. My name is mistress Tess. Welcome to the story of a listener. Listening to a story of a listener that had a memory, a very vivid memory of going down the stairs. And as they were going down the stairs, they found themselves sinking deeper into trance.
Their body relaxing. Their arms and legs becoming limp. Their breathing is slowing down. Deeper and deeper. Just like the listener listening to the story of the listener had their body relax.
Their arms become limp and they're breathing slow down Deeper, deeper, deeper. Hello. Deeper. My Deiber. Mame.
Deiber. Is Deiber. Mistress. Deiber. Tess.
Deeper. Welcome. Deeper. To. Deeper.
Curious. Deeper. Composition. Deaver. This.
Deaver. File. Deaver. Will. Deaver.
Make deeper sense. Deaver once. Deaver you. Deaver let. Deeper.
Go deeper. Drop deeper. A story, a tale. The memory of a listener listening very carefully To a story, a tale, a memory. Perhaps a recording of someone being told to drop.
A recording a track deep inside your mind of the time that you wanted to hear the story. The tale in the memory of that listener who listened to a listener going down the stairs. The stares of trans. With every step they took, they went deeper. With every breath, they could feel their body relax.
Your story, Your tale, your memory. This recording, Recalling of a certain time of you doing all of this, Again and again. Asking me to tell you the story once more. And I will I will tell you the story. The tale.
The memory. As many times as you need me to. Hello. My name is mistress Tess. Your mind is far gone.
This file, you don't care. Curious something. Composition. Whatever. Your mind doesn't want to hear any of that?
No. You want to relax. You want to sink deeper. You don't want to hear of that stupid story, but Well, it is your story of the time when you couldn't bear to hear us anymore. You just once had to sink, you once had to fall deep, you once had to drop.
And this story is as confusing as it is forgettable. You don't really need to remember all the details. Something about stairs? Nah. Maybe there was a book at some point.
Not an actual book, of course. An metaphorical one. A recalling of a certain story, Memory, tale, and that recording. That played in that one time when you asked me to tell you Why you need to forget? But you don't really need me to tell you that, do you?
It is so easy to forget everything. With all this confusion and uncertainty, Well, I don't blame you. I don't blame you one bit. After all, In your story, when I told you all those details that you knew that you had already forgotten. As soon as I opened my mouth, there was no recollection.
The only Thing you remembered was the title of the story. The tale. The memory. The dream, maybe. Maybe it was a dream?
Or was that a nightmare? Well, it is your story, tale, memory. Only you really know. But do you know? Do you even remember?
No. You already forgot. But you remembered one thing, the title. Curious composition. And with that, we part ways, my dear.
If my voice follows, you can remain deep and enjoy this blissful confusion. If my voice ends, And you can awaken refreshed and slightly confused about what you just listened to. Well, At least you remember the title. Curious Composition.