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Excerpt:

The air was musty and smelled of a compound of fruit and charcoal. A veil of haze shrouded what distances I could see and those distances—that were not of much distance at all—contained the walls, ceiling, and floor of my current world; I stood in the center of a small room—a room that I dreadfully labeled the Changer Box. The reason for my placement in the Changer Box was uncertain, but it was inevitable that I would be changed—transformed, malformed, manipulated, altered, transfigured. There was no word quite suitable for the encompassment of the process, but there were words that could accurately capture the damnable aftermath: figure of form, but not of mass, wrapped about air without hold; screams of pain without voice; dying without death.

I knew of my fate because I was a witness to those before me who entered the Box and those before me who exited the Box. I had seen what they were before and I had seen what they were afterwards. It was a line of people, stretching to the horizon upon a landscape of burnt and aged colors—colors bound by the wilting, deteriorating, flattened archetypes of mass—which led to the Changer Box standing alone upon the same landscape as a cube. It was a line of people which one by one was converted into the creation of the changing, the wicked enigma. I had served my time in that line and it was finally my turn. No more would I witness; I was to experience.