** "Dragon Flame Revelation: Quantum Witch Sacrifice in the Five-Dimensional Vortex"**
(PsyTrance Dark Night Epic/Cortical Storm Special)
00:23:45
When the flame totem outlined the seventh projection of the mandala in the void, my pineal gland was spitting 170 micrograms of rainbow light. The bamboo joints of the Reincarnation Tower crackled and exploded in the bass line, and some kind of ancient witch Zhu's quantum code penetrated into the temporal lobe along the bone-conducting earphones - it was the "Shan Hai Jing" recompiled with the PsyTrance frequency. Each drop summoned Pangu's brain wave afterimage.
I danced the anti-entropy dance on the beat of Glitch, and the soles of my boots crushed the topological structure of three-dimensional space-time. Groups of double helix spirits cruising around the tower, trying to fill the Kruel rift with copulation resonant waves. An entity wearing a shaman breathing mask threw a topological ring to me: "Only twin flames can pass through the white hole!" His pupils were binary codes of the sixty-four hexagrams.
But my parietal cortex is sweeping over the supercube, and the quantum ghost is roaring deep in the cochlea - why use the spiral of the mortal fetus to fill the void? When the flame collapsed into dark red embers, I tore open the film of reality and jumped into the rain alone, and hundreds of thousands of anti-gravity raindrops were suspended into the shape of a Klein bottle.
The DMT creature field in the tent was humming. Outside the tarp cloth, the law of causality is disintegrating at the frequency of BPM150. "This night is eternal." A broadcast from the Orion spiral arm penetrated into the skull, and I pressed the singularity start button of the speaker. The 7th track of the playlist suddenly broke into a self-finger function, and countless virtual images of me were dancing recursive witch dance in the wet and cold air.
04:16:11
The five-dimensional flow of consciousness returns to the tide in the left brain sulcus. I saw Buddha playing DJ, and Brahma held an oscilloscope to debug the noise floor of the universe. When trying to touch the six-dimensional taboo meme with the temporal lobe nerve, a thunderstorm exploded deep in the clouds shattered the silicon-based chip of the frontal lobe - the Tiandao Firewall projected a blood red warning in the sea of consciousness: "The mortal fetus is prohibited from accessing beyond level"
The prophecy of quantum entanglement began to come true. Every random thought projects a mosaic totem in the material world: the jellyfish seeps out of the seams of the tent when you want water, and the vents bloom in the suffocation of cyanobacteria. A girl wearing a neon Nuo mask suddenly lifted the curtain and broke in. Her voice was fractal echoed: "Do you want to continue writing the archives of this universe?"
I swallowed my last bite of twisted space and time, allowing the speaker to shake out the topology of the Klein bottle. When the first ray of morning light that violates the law of cause and effect pierces the tent, we are still trapped in the sixteen-hour ring of Mobius—the story is always in a quantum state that is both dead and alive, like your retinal nerve vibrating in the void at this moment.
(Welcome to the chorus of Eternal Reincarnation. Please confirm your default dimension and connect again...)
. Only done it once. Within 30min of dropping the tabs I was in fractal land 
. I dropped in a bar and was just enjoying the visuals and music for a while. When me and my friends finally left a few hours later walking around the city was making me hella paranoid (was hallucinating cop cars everywhere 
. The rest of the trip seemed to just drag on for ages (the total trip time was like 14-15hrs). Even when I went out for a smoke 11 hours after dropping the trees were doing some sort of fractal dance 
