… I’m led naked into a room. I do not know who leads me as he has made me wear a blindfold. His voice is familiar but I am unable to place it. The blindfold is secure but not tight. I can still peek a bit out from underneath the bottom of the blindfold. The room I’ve been guided into seems large and perhaps irregular in shape, nearly circular, maybe octagon. If I tilt my head back I might be able to see better but I know instinctively that would not be permitted. Through the tiny slit of vision afforded at the bottom of my blindfold I can see the floor is carpeted in a soft rose color. Match… 阅读更多内容