Chapter 18
The Second Regression
I undergo another hypnotic session, this time as both subject and questioner, diving deeper into the mystery of my own past.
The study was quiet, the only sound the soft crackle of the candle flame I had placed on the desk. Its light cast dancing shadows across the room, making the books on the shelves seem to breathe, to lean in closer as if they, too, were waiting. My hands rested flat on the polished wood, palms down, grounding myself in the present even as I prepared to leave it.
I had done this once before, but that had been with Dr. Evelyn Hartwell guiding my descent. Now, I was alone. Both the subject and the questioner. The hypnotist and the dreamer. It felt like standing at the edge of a cliff, knowing I would have to jump, and also knowing I would have to catch myself on the way down.
The recorder was already running, a small red light blinking patiently on the device beside my elbow. I had written out my questions, though I suspected the answers would come in forms I had not anticipated. That was the nature of this work, I had learned. The unseen world does not respond to outlines.
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