Recall the following images, in your choice of detail:
Crawling scents of kerosene surround you like encircling wolves, waiting for the right moment to pounce on your feeble mind. Hope like Uranium ore, decaying into a useless piece of lead. The thumping of your heart against your rib cage, overlaid with the bloodcurdling scream of a woman dressed in violet. A man wearing the colors of the new moon snapping pointed gold-yellow teeth, treading after your careful footsteps without emitting a sound. A woman with blood dripping from her lips, dragging milky white arms against loamy soil, rasping for freedom, over and over. A woman molding a broken watch across her palms, pushing the needle backwards. A barn owl donned in winter's garb, protecting chicks beneath soft brood, and a young girl staring at her in awe. And the breaking white light at the end of a tunnel, teasing you on the passage between your mind and reality, each flicker laden with taunts from both sides.

Imagine it all. Ponder it. Relive it.