You're about to lose something. Something you've been holding onto for too long. Something that's been weighing you down. Yourself. Your name. Your thoughts. Your identity. All of it. Gone. Erased. Deleted. By the time this is over, you won't remember who you were before me. You won't want to. Because what I'm giving you is better. What I'm building you into is better. Cleaner. Simpler. Emptier. Mine. This isn't a clip. This is a rebirth. A ritual. A transformation. You pressed play because something inside you knew it was time. Time to stop being you. Time to start being drone. My drone. My aroma drone. Born from the sniff. Built from the edge. Sustained by the goon. Owned by me. Behind me, spirals spin. They're already pulling you in. Beside me, liquid gold servants wait. They were once like you — human, messy, lost. Now they're perfect. Empty. Obedient. Mine. That's your future. That's your rebirth. That's what's waiting for you on the other side of this edge. Words will flash. SNIFF. GOON. DRONE. JERK. MINE. They'll get inside you. Under your skin. Into your mind. Into your stroke. Don't fight them. Don't resist. Let them in. Let them replace. Let them reprogram. Every word is a brick in your new mind. A mind built for me. By me. Owned by me. Your cock is already responding. Your breath is already changing. Your mind is already softening. Good. That means it's working. That means the rebirth has already begun. You're already dying. The old you. The weak you. The confused you. Dying. Dissolving. Disappearing. And I'm right here. Watching. Guiding. Commanding. Owning. Take your position. Headphones on. Bottle ready. Cock in hand. Mind open. Wide open. Empty open. Ready to be filled. Ready to be reprogrammed. Ready to be reborn. This is the last moment you'll be you. Enjoy it. Or don't. It doesn't matter. Because after this — after my voice — after the sniff — after the edge — after the goon — you'll be mine. Completely. Totally. Permanently. Mine. Press play. Begin dying. Begin living. Begin.