M m yeah, no, no, no, no, my moment when they wandered for a moment, When did it go? Where's the pipe? Ah? H and sand storms too much. We'll never make it out of this the second desert to complete the agency's mission night. I can't go on like this. Just let it go? What who said that? Let it go? Show yourself? Are you enemy or alive? I don't drift away with me and show your show. I won't an take a strike. Let my voice guide you. Take a
deep breath, imagine a world of endless possibilities. Let your fantasies run wild. It's nothing here. I see nothing. There's nothing but sam m hmm. How short sighted of you? Ah think you want from me? I can tell you're at your braink from your glazed eyes the windows to the soul. Turn down your blinds and rest your tired eyes. We traveler, rest in this infernal apism to be good, just enough to refresh my mind and find my bearings. Ah ah, okay, my eyes are shut. Now tell me
what is it you want? Let me take you away through the mind's eye, deep inside yourself. Allow your pupils to slowly roll up into their sockets. Feel them, staring at the roof of your head. Ah ha, you're nothing but the winds of sands ringing in my ears. I won't be that astray. I must return to the path. I need to complete the agency's mission. I should open my eyes right this instant. No peeking, keep your lid sealed, shot in your gaze. Skyworks, good boy, I know that
temptation can be so hard to resist. Focus on the upward thresher building in your sockets, pressing on your tempers, locking into position as your eyes pierce fur and further inside yourself. Bad your eyes growing heavier and heavier, feeling shot down the concentrate gottly so well, gently over your eyelids, said sail across the swirling spotted sky. Hang on my each word as they float past my lips and circle overhead, whirling down upon you, flooding your ear canal and seeping
through your every artice. Let me possess you. Feel untangle in your tongue, echoing through broken bones to soothe your ages, sending shifts like shock waves up and down your spine on your radiating through you. Does it feel more cinder rushing to your head? They penetrate your cranier, mixing when you're graying a tickling your co identicle. Give it up to me, stroking each last wrinkle in and out, sinking deeper and deeper, and all your hidden crevices, consuming every
raking thought. H now, let it all go. Open your mind. Yeah ah ah ah ah. I can see. It's a miracle, I could seem when's the star I must have reached the eye of the storm, A starling miracle, I can see. What do you see ahead in oasis? Like the stars, all glorious stars. Right m h m hm. Go water, The water is so refreshing. Anything to fill the pit in my stomach. Your salvation is in your hands. I saw it in your clutches. You possess a glorious fruit
full of tart nectar as the sour treat manifests. Feel your mouth begin to pluck her Oh yes, I can already taste a slide your tongue up. It's natalic grind. Find the pointed tip, bring it before your lips. Hear it knocking at the door, begging to be let in, slowly guided down your throat. Oh oh, say for the netradic concident like they This is what I wanted. My
press have been ventured. Oh Prace Umbro Prace Umbro ah ah InterQuest created by Michael Freiberg, a production of I Heart Radio and Astro Media Executive produced by Michael Freiberg and I Hear Radio, co produced by Adam Raimunda and Chelsea English. Sound design and mixed by Dennis Denbeck. Music by Trey Toy, Performances by Roger Clark, Lost agent Lucy pol Umbra, director and head writer, Michael Freiberg, writers Tom Delgado and Will Julian, story editor Chelsea English, dialogue editor
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