He motions at me to surrender my phone as we approach the top of the hill. I watch numbly as he drops it to the forest floor and crushes it under the leather-like skin of his bare foot. He utters something in a language I do not understand but I am all too aware of his sentiment, as I was warned that outside whiteness and influence are forbidden here.
As we enter the clearing I feel my head start to spin. Struggling to focus on what I see in front of me. My comprehension begins to blur in a fog of skin, sweat and heat as we move through the circle of people that are dancing trance-like around the central fire. I begin to feel all at once uneasy, and excited in alternating fashion. I realize this may not end well for me, but I have to know. Halfway Is not an option.
Then you... The fire... Oh God the fire... the rhythm... the light and the heat that radiates from you, beckoning me towards you. Your flames pulling me in, my body and soul open to your will. Drawing me out of the comfort of the shadows, I comply and approach. Eyes locked, I cannot avoid your gaze.
The following was recorded live in one take on 11/6/2019 in Gargoyle Studios.