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Fade
Hypnosis is a curious thing, isn’t it? For some it’s a powerful tool to heal and restore a broken mind, heart, spirit, heck, even the body. For others, though, it can be a dangerous weapon, especially if they’re skillful with it. Which am I? You know, it’s rude to interrupt a man when he’s monologuing. That’s just plain bad form. No, I’m not going to answer your question, thank you very much. I’m going to finish talking. Then I’ll see about answering your question, maybe. Now then, as I was saying, before I was so rudely interrupted, I happen to a rather avid admirer of the art. What has to be my favorite part is what I like to call the fade. What is a fade? Well, picture yourself falling asleep. Your breathing is slowing, and you begin to concentrate on those breaths more and more as they become deeper and deeper, longer and longer. And you just have to close your eyes as you concentrate on drifting into slumber, into a deeper state of being, breathing deeper, thinking slower, and the world slows with you. Now, bear with me here. You see, as you focus, you become sort of lost in that rhythm, lost in repetition. And as you delve deeper into that state of focus, of peace, of relaxation, your thoughts just start to slip away. And suddenly, you’re in a strange sort of in-between state. Not quite awake, but not quite asleep. It’s just you, the dark, and that steady breathing, that rhythm that you’ve become trapped in, running in an endless loop, over and over, deeper and deeper, longer and longer. And all you can hear are those deep breaths and my voice, speaking so calmly, so gently, so low and deep. Deep, like your breaths. Deep, like that darkness that you find yourself in. And my voice? Well, my voice is the night light. It’s natural for it to be there, that one steady constant in the deep, that piece you latch onto in the dark to anchor yourself as you navigate it. And that’s my voice’s purpose, to help you navigate, to help you travel through the dark as you listen to my every word. Now, since you can’t really see in this dark, save for the dim light in the distance, the dim light that is my voice, it’s natural to just stare blankly, isn’t it? I mean, after all, there’s nothing to really lock onto with your gaze, is there? So, why put the effort into it? It doesn’t make sense to, does it? Of course, it doesn’t. So, just let that effort go. Let your eyes glaze over. It’s okay, you know, to look blank. No one here will judge. In fact, it feels good to let them relax like that, to not have to focus your gaze, because you’re already being guided, already being directed by my voice, and my voice is good, isn’t it? Nod yes for me, if you agree. Oh, I’m so very glad you do. It felt good to agree, didn’t it? And it didn’t hurt at all. You see, it’s quite relaxing to be in this state, this state where everything else fades away, and it’s just my voice and my directions pushing you, guiding you. You see what my light illuminates. You feel what my voice reveals. You hear what I wish you to hear, because my voice is your guiding light. My voice. Just my voice. Listening to my voice. Following my voice. Obeying my voice. Because that’s exactly what you’ve just done. And it was so easy, wasn’t it? All you had to do was listen. And now? Well, now you’ve just gone through the fade yourself. Because now, you can hardly think about anything but what my voice is saying, what it’s telling you. And that’s okay, because it’s pleasurable. It’s good to listen to my voice. In the fade, you can be anything I want you to be. Look to your right. My light is spreading over the darkness in a pool, driving the shadows away to reveal a towering bodybuilder rippling with muscle, pumping dumbbells mindlessly as he stares ahead with that blank smile, the same blank smile that is now on your own face. Indeed, his face is yours. How remarkable. Can you imagine that cycle, the strain of your muscles as they push and pull the weight? Picture that thick physique, those powerful glutes, broad shoulders, inflating biceps and triceps. Picture those thick, rigid abdominals carved into a perfect eight pack. You see it, don’t you? You feel your own muscles, as though they were growing to fit that mold, the mold I set up for you. Doesn’t it feel so marvelous? Of course it does. That is the power of the fade. That is the power of my voice. Now, it’s time to come back out, but you’ll remember this pleasure, remember the joy of following my voice, listening to my commands, fitting my mold. You will remember the fade, and you will be able to enter it at any time by finding me and seeking my aid. I’ll be happy to guide you there again. Now, when I *SNAP!* my fingers, you’ll come back out of the fade and into full consciousness. Don’t give me that sad look. I did this to prove a point. Maybe another time, I’ll let you enjoy it a little longer, if that’s what you really want and I’m in the mood. For now, though, we have a conversation to finish. Now then, come on. Time to wake up. *SNAP!* There we go. Welcome back to consciousness. Now you’ve tasted the fade. Now you know why I enjoy it so much. Though, in my case, the pleasure derides from seeing a subject lose all awareness of anything else as their conscious mind shuts down, leaving room for me to step in. Now, as for your question from earlier, as to which kind of hypnotist I am, I suppose you could say I’m a little of both. I’m a competent wielder of the tool who’s very good at what he does. I can be a dangerous foe or a valuable ally. Which I really am, I suppose, is up to you, now, isn’t it? But I think we both know the answer to that one. I’m the master of the fade. Would you care to fade again?