by Byrna Cooper » Fri Aug 06, 2021 12:28 am
After bypassing and observing the conscious rage fighting the restraints and hand to the forehead, Miriam would find herself moving down a veiny, red corridor, as Perlot would think the road to her consciousness might look, moving through the meat of her brain.
It was a very tidy brain-tube, it seems. Not a whole lot of twists or bulges, very uniform. The path forward is clear.