[ Look, as an artist he has to find ways to get into The Zone.
From how he is instructing, it doesn't sound like he's making it up on the spot. Like he's trained the description into himself. ]
That light will lead to a door. It is muffled behind it. You have to open it.
Open the door.
[ Click-click. ]
Behind it is a book... Open that. Flip the pages. Really look into that encyclopedia of your memories.
[ His hands ghost their way along one shoulder to the other as he passes behind Fiddleford. Their tips spark up again with benign but hot lick of blue flame. ]
Inhale.
When you exhale, tell me the very first thing that pops into your head. Or that passes through.
[ His steps pause, facing the wall still and not looking anywhere near his "subject". ]
no subject
From how he is instructing, it doesn't sound like he's making it up on the spot. Like he's trained the description into himself. ]
That light will lead to a door. It is muffled behind it. You have to open it.
Open the door.
[ Click-click. ]
Behind it is a book... Open that. Flip the pages. Really look into that encyclopedia of your memories.
[ His hands ghost their way along one shoulder to the other as he passes behind Fiddleford. Their tips spark up again with benign but hot lick of blue flame. ]
Inhale.
When you exhale, tell me the very first thing that pops into your head. Or that passes through.
[ His steps pause, facing the wall still and not looking anywhere near his "subject". ]
Go.