Hey, hey~ Feeling tired after a long day? Let me help you out. :3 You've been working so hard... you deserve a break. Just get comfortable and keep reading whenever you're ready~
Ready? Good~
Let's start by taking some nice, deep breaths. In and out, in and out~ That'll help you settle in.
The thing about feeling tired is... there's different types of feeling tired. There's no scientific reason or anything for this, ahaha~ At least not that I know of. You shouldn't worry about the science behind it~
But you know what I mean, right? A lot of people are feeling that... unpleasant sort of tiredness. Feeling achey, tense, like they don't really want to put effort into anything. That's your body telling you to rest, against your will. It doesn't matter what you want... it's going to make you slow down.
But then there's the other kind of tiredness~
The cozy kind. You know what I mean by this one, too. When you're lying in bed, or seated at a cozy couch, or somewhere else comfy and soft... mind wandering, limbs feeling floaty yet heavy... and before you know it... you're asleep~
That feels so much nicer, doesn't it? Cause you're choosing to sleep. And your body complies with it.
The trick... is to convert the first type of tiredness into the second kind.
That's why you're here, seated and taking nice deep breaths. No need to think. No need to worry. Right now, all you need to do is just let go of all that stress~ Let it just melt away. Let yourself melt down into my words. All you need right now are my words and that warm, sleepy feeling~
You don't have to do anything right now. That feels so nice, doesn't it? Knowing that you're choosing to relax. Choosing to fall. Choosing to sink~ All that bad tiredness is just melting... and in its place... is that good, good sleepiness that makes you feel so nice and fuzzy~
And maybe, in the back of that pretty little head, you're thinking of things you need to do. Reasons not to sleep. But those aren't important right now. Let those just float away. Let yourself rest for a bit. Let me take care of you~
You can't even bring yourself to move anyway, right? You're just soooo relaxed and soooo heavy~ It feels soooo nice knowing you have nothing to worry about. Just really bask in that feeling of being so deep.
Relaxed~
Heavy~
Sleepy~
You can barely keep those sleepy eyes anymore, right? You're just keeping them open to focus on my words, or cause of some stubborn desire to stay awake... and that's okay~ But you don't need to keep trying.
It's time to rest~ Let me take care of you. Whenever you're ready, you can close those tired eyelids... whether it be just for a few minutes, or a few hours... or maybe until the next morning. As long as you need to feel rested. And when you open those eyes back up... and wake from your hypnotized sleep... you'll feel so refreshed and ready to face whatever challenges you've got.
But that's for then. This is for now~ Let your eyes close and sleep. Let yourself fall deep, deep asleep~
This induction is focused around fractionation, with themes of teasing (obviously), how good trance feels, some resistance, and mild obedience (temporary - restricted to just while you’re reading). No suggestions, nothing explicitly erotic (the closest it gets is feeling a brief touch to the cheek), and has an awakener at the end. Don’t rush this one, just take your time to read and enjoy it, and make sure you have plenty of time to come up at the end. Enjoy!
Wouldn’t it be fun to be hypnotised? You’ve been there before, of course, you’ve experienced that lovely state of relaxed focus... and don’t you want it to happen again? There’s something almost irresistible about that feeling of dropping into trance, the way you can relax and let everything else slip away for a while. Trance just feels so good.
And I could, you know. It wouldn’t even be hard. You’re already primed for it from thinking about trance, and you want it - I could drop you with a gesture or a word and you’d be deep, blank, gone. Doesn’t that sound nice?
I’m not going to right now, mind you - I’m just imagining it, is all. I like to imagine taking that thought process and stopping it in its tracks, turning your mind from on to off as easily as flicking a switch, but that doesn’t mean I have to do it all the time.
Admittedly, you’d be fun to trance. I can just imagine what would happen if you let me, if you sat and listened long enough for me to ensnare your thoughts with sweet seduction and pull you helplessly down into deep drowsiness. You’d make such a pretty picture like that, don’t you think? All dazed and drifty for me, eyes glazing over and face going slack… And at some point, I will, of course. I just won’t be able to help it any longer, and my tone will change just that slightest bit and before you know it you’ll be dropped deep, deeper, falling down and down into my eyes and my voice and everything will just fall away… but no, no. Not right now. Don’t think about what I just said, ignore that image of yourself. It won’t help, I promise. I’m not hypnotising you yet, so stay nice and awake for me.
You’ll just need to be patient for that. After all, I wouldn’t do it while you were expecting it - that wouldn’t be any fun at all. No, I’ll wait until you’re just following along, oblivious to what’s about to happen, and then I’ll drop you deep. You’ll see, it’ll be fun.
And I haven’t entranced you yet, but it’s inevitable now, you know. You’re not deep, but you’re still caught in my words, trapped by the thought of being in trance, and you can’t look away. Mesmerised by the very idea of it, hmm? Just imagine being so deep and dizzy that you can’t think, thoughts all drained away until my words feel like they are your thoughts. You want that now, can’t stop wanting it, can’t stop listening and wanting and ever so close to the edge of slee… Come on now, up and awake. It wouldn’t do to have you fall just yet, after all.
Good, that’s better. I know my voice can have that effect sometimes, but don’t give in to it, hmm? It’s not something I can change. I’m just naturally soothing, especially when I’m thinking about trance. Especially when I’m thinking about trancing you and melting that pretty mind of yours to mush… You’ll just have to try to stay awake anyway, I’m afraid. Or as awake as you can manage.
Because you are already drifting a little despite your best efforts, aren’t you? You can’t help it. Your will is just too weak by now from being hypnotised time and time again. Like stone that has been worn into a groove from being walked time and time again, your mind slips into the pattern of trance with only a few whispers. It’s not really up to you, not completely - your mind knows what to do, it knows what happens when it sees words like ‘sleepy’ and ‘melting’ and ‘blank’. But just hold out a little longer, alright? Stay awake for me.
And isn’t this a weird quasi-state of almost-trance, hm? Awake but relaxed, dazed but aware. Up, but so, so close to tipping over the edge into trance. Maybe a little confused, focusing so hard on staying awake when every fiber in your body is telling you otherwise, but you know too that trance means listening to me and obeying and I say stay awake so your trance-self knows you need to listen even as your waking self longs for trance.
And every moment you teeter on the edge that conflict gets stronger, each side wanting to tip into the other, obeying by staying awake or surrendering by giving in to trance, struggling so hard not to lose that precarious equilibrium and sleep.
That’s right. Drop so very deep for me, plunging into trance easily because it feels so blissful and wonderful and perfect. You can just stop thinking and stop struggling and let my words take over, and that feels so, so good.
And up! Up and awake and aware. Yes, already. Come on, pull yourself out again, nice and awake for me. After all, I said I’d trance you, but I made no promises about how long I’d do it. Wasn’t that a delicious little taste? It felt so much better than being awake, I know. And yet you’re not satisfied, are you? You want to go back there, to just let your thoughts go away and melt. But to fall you have to obey, and obeying means staying awake, and so you can’t fall. You’ll just have to be satisfied with the little taste you had, to savor the moment and sleep.
Down, down, down, deeper than last time, falling into bliss and perfect mindlessness. Fall for me, fall so very deep into trance. And let your mind relax with your body, feel it open to my words and sink deeper with each one. So susceptible, aren’t you? And that’s okay, it’s just fine to make your mind malleable for me, to feel so very good within my words.
Good, just like that. So deep and entranced for me that it feels almost impossible to come back up even if I told you to. Continuously falling deeper and deeper, feeling as though you’re as deep as you can go and then discovering you aren’t, that you can still go yet deeper. No more thinking for you, not right now. Not until I say you can.
And… back up. Pull yourself together, drag yourself towards the surface, up and up and up until you’re awake as you can manage. I know it’s hard, but you want to listen, don’t you? You know I’ll only make you feel this good if you do what I tell you. So up. Thinking again, alert again, even if you maybe can’t shake off that last haze of confusion no matter how hard you try. That’s okay, so long as you try for me, so long as you’re as awake as you can manage.
It’s okay to want, too, to feel the trance pulling on you. I know you desperately want to just release the tenuous grip you have on wakefulness and plunge back into darkness. And you could: I’m not stopping you, I’m not holding you back with my will, I’m not helping. I’m just telling you to stay awake and letting you struggle to obey. Maybe next time I won’t even let you fall all the way - I’ll just dip your toes into trance, give you a brief, fleeting moment that’s perfect but never quite enough.
Yes, I think I will do just that. Feel yourself drift down as my touch just brushes against your cheek, lightly, only for a moment. And then it’s gone, and you’re up and awake again, and if anything that only made you need it more, didn’t it?
Another touch, just as light.
I could just end it here, you know. Walk away and leave you wanting, knowing what you need but unable to drop back down without me, just dazed and needy and frustrated. Wouldn’t that be fun? The only thing better, though, is seeing you sleep.
So far down, so fast, just down and down and down and down and down. Tension relaxes that you didn’t realise you had, and it’s such a relief to just let go and fall. Your mind melts so easily now - it was barely holding itself together before, after all - and just drip, drip, drips out your ears as your head empties of anything but this fantastic feeling of deep, deep trance. Blank and blissful and better. Isn’t that right?
Good. Could you come up now, even if I told you to? Try, now, try to struggle upwards towards wakefulness. Push up through the molasses above you, trying to think, to even remember what it means to think. Try.
And maybe you feel partly awake now, like you can think coherently, but you aren’t, you can’t. You aren’t awake at all: if I’d just dropped you into this state from the beginning it’d have felt like deep, deep trance. And this is as close to up as you can get right now, isn’t it? Just slightly less deep in deep trance. That’s all you can manage anymore. You’re such a fuzzy, fractionated thing trying to obey but not knowing how, not being able to remember which direction ‘up’ even is anymore, let alone what it feels like.
And drop again. Stop trying to fight it and just sleep for me, relaxing into that absolute depth of trance, mindless and blank and gone completely. So deep that your only focus is my words, leading you down and down into stillness and silence and bliss. It’s okay to get a little lost right now, to stare and sink into soft blankness for me. It just feels so easy and so good to fall like this, to go deeper with every moment. Good, just like that. Sleep.
This is what I wanted all along, after all. To pull you up and down and up and deeper down until you were so deep you couldn’t pull yourself up anymore, to bring you all the way down into this state of thoughtless bliss. So just relax and enjoy feeling like this, experiencing this moment of mindlessness as long as you care to. After this paragraph, there’s a line, and then an awakener to bring you back out of this, but you can stay here as long as you like in deep, deep sleep.
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But eventually you do need to come back to the waking world. And instead of trying to struggle your way up this time, just let yourself slowly, gently float upwards. You’re in no rush, so just drift peacefully up towards the light above you, and feel as your thoughts slowly, slowly start to return.
And even when you wake, the trance will go away but the wonderful feelings won’t. You’ll be alert and energised, but you’ll keep feeling so very, very good. Smile a little for me now, and start to feel the sensations around your body again. Just float upwards, and you’ll be able to return to awareness effortlessly.
1 Drifting upwards, thoughts starting to stir.
2. Floating towards the light above, feeling that warmth and happiness remain.
3. Becoming aware of your surroundings again, with energy flowing through you.
4. Energized, waking, blissful, good.
5. Wake.
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I hope you enjoyed! As usual, feedback is greatly appreciated, in asks or DMs or notes. This one was really fun to write, and I hope it worked for you. And thanks to @tennfan2 and @jejune-pow for helping me critique the first draft (and give me the confidence to actually post this!). See you next time, and happy trancing!
Hey folks! I was unsatisfied with this one until now, so sorry for promising it a week ago before it was fully revised. It’s a very gentle induction themed around water/rain imagery. No themes of obedience or ties to me, just a nice trance. Strengthens ‘sleep’, includes but doesn’t require ‘darkness’ suggestion from my Twilight induction, contains an awakener but no safeties - remember that you can always wake easily from trance at any time if you need to. Enjoy!
Today I want to talk about rain. It’s raining outside as I write this, and that’s always had a calming effect on me. The pitter-patter of raindrops on the roof, the smell of clean air and wet earth, even the grey sky makes me breathe a little easier. Clouds can take away the brightness of the world for a while, dull it to a soft distant haze. Because the world is so distracting usually, isn’t it? Bright colors, sudden noises, a thousand tiny things constantly breaking your focus. Rain washes those away, dampening the sounds and dulling the colors until it’s a little easier to just relax.
Rainy days are lovely days to just curl up inside with a blanket, a hot mug in your hands, and a fireplace crackling nearby. It’s easy to stare out at the falling rain and get a little lost in your thoughts, that way. It’s okay to just take a break for a while, stop worrying and rushing around and just watch the rain fall.
I like to imagine that each tiny droplet is a thought, an idea. More ideas than I could have in a year, falling to the ground and making puddles and rivers and pools. And that many ideas is just overwhelming, too much to take in all at once, so staring at the rain just gives this sense of tranquil indifference. All those ideas are so much that you can only absorb them, you can’t really process individual droplets or even understand the whole. So the rain just goes by, and that’s okay.
It is a kind of trance, isn’t it? You could get lost for hours just watching the rain fall, not really thinking about anything in particular. Listening to the soft drizzle and how it seems to mute every other sound, just drifting - anyone could do that. People go into trance all the time watching the rain, even if they don’t know anything about hypnotism. It’s just so easy to get lost in.
But we can do better, of course. Rain can pull anyone into a light trance, but there are certainly ways to… enhance that experience, hm? I wonder what would happen if those droplets weren’t thousands of different ideas - what if every drop of rain started to carry the same thought? The effect would be quite powerful, I should think. The overwhelming variety would stop being too much, but in its place is a single powerful message: sleep. Good, just like that. Every drop pulls you down deeper and deeper, and there are so many drops. So there’s nothing you can do but sink down, down, pushed down by the weight of the rain.
And the rain starts to wash away your thoughts, too, doesn’t it? You don’t need to think right now, that’s alright. Just let it soak into your mind, filling you with the same idea over and over again. Drip, drop, sleep. Washing away all the worries, all the thoughts, everything just gone for a moment as you fall into trance. It’s so relaxing, isn’t it? Nothing to do but go deeper and deeper now, relaxing into bliss. You’re so lethargic now, heavy with rain, so deep that moving seems difficult.
And all the while, the rain continues to fall, and every drip-drop pulls you deep. It’s forming a pool around you now, starting to submerge you in water singing you to sleep. Just relax and sink down, feel the water seeping into you, filling you with its thought. After all, you’re mostly made of water already. I’m just switching out what’s inside you with what’s around you, and once I’m done it won’t matter if the rain goes. Trance will run in your blood, then, and all you’ll need is a reminder of the rain to fall right back into this deep, drifting trance. And you’ll remember when I tell you to sleep, won’t you? You’ll remember how deep you can go, how trance is only a thought away.
Good. Relaxing and drifting and dropping into sleep. Feel it running through your veins, filling your heart, every inch of you full of trance now. Deeper and deeper for me. The rain just washes all those thoughts away, leaving only a deep calm emptiness. Like you’re part of the water now, just some molecules drifting along as the current pulls them. Can’t move, can’t think, can’t choose where to go. The water just carries you along with it, into the ever-changing cycle that it is.
Down and down the river you go, draining out into the sea with barely a realization that it happened. And the sea is so, so deep, isn’t it? The current carries you out, away from land, but also down, deep into the uncharted waters. No one knows what’s really down there, not really. There’s so much water, and so very little of us. Can’t you feel it? Water on all sides, surrounding you, pressing into you, miles below the surface in the darkness: even sunlight fails to percolate all the way down here. Almost nothing lives here, of course, because up on the surface life comes from the sun. Down here? The little life that exists is strange, unknown, finding new ways to survive without the sun’s life-giving light.
Time passes. You’re not sure how much. There aren’t days and nights to mark the passage of time here anymore, no sights to occupy you, just overwhelming darkness surrounding you and heavy water pressing down on you from above. Perhaps it’s minutes, perhaps eons. All you know anymore is the water. You can’t even tell if you’re moving or not, cycling around the depths of the ocean or floating completely stillness.
Then, eventually - light. It’s faint, but to you it seems bright as noon. You’ve nearly forgotten what light is like, after all that time in the dark. You’re moving upwards, you realize now, floating upwards on some current or other as the water around you grows brighter and bluer. Up and up, closer to the surface. Past shimmering schools of fish, life drifting by that you haven’t seen in so very long, wondrous in new beauty. Until finally you reach the surface, and come into the sun once again.
And as the water goes through its ever-constant cycle of change, so do you. Feel yourself start to evaporate, splitting into millions of tiny droplets of water that float up and up into a big, fluffy cloud. The wind blows you this way and molds you into shapes that someone looking up might form into meaning but you can’t see yourself well enough to tell.
Until finally, at long last, you’re back where you started, above the place that once held the pool into which you melted. And the cloud that is you starts to coalesce, and after a few moments it starts to rain.
And as the rain falls down, feel yourself filling back into your normal human form. Still full of trance-water that can be called on at a moment’s notice: but for now, it lies dormant within your blood.
1 The rain grows heavier, splashing down onto the ground like your own personal rainstorm.
2. You’re slowly taking shape again.
3. The cloud’s last few droplets rain down onto you and are absorbed.
4. Waking now, as the water within you fades back to normalcy for now.
5. Wake.
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I hope you enjoyed! As always, feedback is my lifeblood so please give it to me if you have any. I promise I don’t bite. Expect a more intense induction next time, and let me know if you have any themes you’d be interested in seeing. Happy trancing!
Gentle induction focused around a fog metaphor. Includes a safety, and an awakener at the end. Reinforces the same ‘sleep’ trigger. Enjoy!
I’ve often found that trance feels like fog: the slow kind, that you don’t even realize is happening for a while - until suddenly you notice how thick it is and you’re not sure how you didn’t notice it before or how long it’s been happening, and then it just grows thicker and it’s harder and harder to see anything until your mind is just fogginess and nothing else.
It starts out as just a light haze of confusion, usually. This feeling that something is happening, but you’re not really sure what or how. Everything is just fading, a little - every thought a little more difficult to make out through the haze. But you can still think (you think), it’s just... hard to pin down exactly what’s happening.
Little tendrils of mist start creeping in, then, covering certain thoughts a little more than others. Anything about critical thinking, doubting, resisting... they all just fade away into the mist for a while. You don’t need them right now. Only the most important parts stay with you, the ones that tell you if you need to come out of trance and keep you safe. And those are important, so you focus on keeping them with you, but if you hold onto them you can’t hold onto anything else and it’s getting harder to find your other thoughts...
You notice when the fog starts to thicken, more opaque with every word you read. But that’s okay, isn’t it? Because you don’t really want to think, right now, you just want to relax into that deep fuzzy feeling. It’s getting harder to think, easier to fuzz. Easier to sleep.
Your mind is filled with such a thick fog, now, it’s impossible to access thoughts - you know they’re still there, but you can’t find them. All you find is more fog. More fuzz. More lovely, mindless mist.
Float in the fog, only my words ringing in the silence that surrounds any thick fog. Only able to listen, relax, float, fuzz...
And your mind feels so very fuzzy for me now, doesn’t it? It’s nice, being able to just float and fuzz like that so easily. The fog covers everything: all the bad things and the worries just aren’t reachable right now, and it feels so very relaxing and nice. All you can do is read and fuzz. And every word makes you fuzz more, and and it feels so good that you just want to keep reading, keep getting foggier and foggier for me.
Good, that’s right. You’re so fuzzy now that it almost feels like sleep, doesn’t it? That you can so easily just float deeper and deeper into sleep for me.
It feels so safe, so comfortable like this. All you need to do is read and float into sleep. This fogginess is what I mean when I tell you to sleep: if I or someone you trust tells you to sleep in a situation where it’s safe to do so, your mind will just fill up with fog until you can’t really think anymore, only fuzz. And it’ll always get easier, you know that? Every time you sleep it gets easier and easier to just fall into that fog for me, because you know how relaxing and safe and wonderful it feels.
And you can always come back to this fuzzy state, if you want to. You can just let your thoughts fade away into the fog for a while, and rest inside of it for as long as you need. It’s always there, a safe place if you need it.
You’re doing so well, fuzzed over so nicely for me. I love that you’re willing to do this, to trust me with your mind like you are. I want you to feel the fog warm, and feel a growing happiness, because you deserve to be rewarded for your trust.
As the happiness grows, you realise that the warmth is starting to slowly evaporate the fog away. But that’s okay, because the happiness will stay with you, and you know that you can always come back.
For now, watch as the fog fades around you, thinning and letting you start to see your thoughts again. As I count up, the fog will fade but the happiness will grow, until you’re awake and aware and happy for me.
1. Watching the fog thin, starting to gain awareness of your surroundings.
2. The fuzz slowly receding, leaving a warm contented feeling behind.
3. More of a mist than a fog now, thoughts starting to become easier.
4. Only a light haze now, feeling blissful and awake.
5. Wake.
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As always, I hope you enjoyed! This was a gentler one, as the last two have been a bit... intense. Any and all feedback is greatly appreciated - did the metaphor work for you? How fuzzy / thoughtless did you get by the end? Did you prefer this and the first few, or the more intense stuff (like Bound and Pleasure)?
Hey, I’m back! This is a gentle induction with themes of twilight, darkness, shadows, and a bit of sensory deprivation. Has an awakener at the end, and some safeties, but as always remember you can come out of trance at any time for any reason. Might work as a loop if you want to reread it a few times. Creates a locked trigger, ‘darkness’, which filters out all sensations except my words when used (excepting in the case of your safety). Enjoy!
My favorite time of day is twilight, I think. I remember playing hide-and-seek in the deepening purple when I was younger, feeling like a fog was descending over the world. Everything became harder to see, and it felt as if the twilight itself was hiding me. There’s this calm sense of timelessness to it, as if the world pauses for a moment in this liminal space where anything is possible. And my imagination of what is possible has only grown since that childhood: so come with me, enter this twilight of the mind.
It starts with sunset, of course. On a clear day, you can watch exactly how the sun gets dimmer and redder as it sinks down and down closer to the horizon, closer to twilight. Shadows change from distinct, sharp shapes into something vague and dark covering the ground. And finally the sun sets in silence and the world fades into shades of grey and soft shadows.
And there’s so much uncertainty in those deepening shadows, isn’t there? Anything could be hiding in them, and it’s so easy to see flickering shapes there that never quite resolve into meaning. It’s a little magical, unreal, like you’ve stepped into dreamland without even noticing when it happened.
Everything just gets… fuzzy, a little. Just a bit harder to understand the world around you, as gloom covers clarity and casts shadows over truth. But with it comes a calmness, too, an acceptance of that fading light darkening to night. So it’s okay to just let that meaning fade away, stop trying to make sense of the shapes in the shadows.
The shadows swirl around you, silky and silent. And as the sun continues to sink beyond sight, the gloom deepens and the shadows grow stronger.
There’s nothing to hear. Nothing to see beyond shifting shadows. The silence starts to settle into your bones, your thoughts slowing as the shadows swirl in shifting shapes around you. Just let the rhythm of my words wash over your weakening mind, deepening, deepening, like the shadows deepen into darkness.
Shhh. You know what happens when twilight ends, don’t you? Night falls, and you fall with it. Light vanishes into deep night, shadows overtaking you. Doesn’t that feel good, to just give into the darkness? And if it’s night now, well… time for you to sleep.
Good, just like that. Letting those thoughts fade into my darkness - you don’t need to think right now. Just read and sink into shadow for me, deeper and deeper into sleep.
It’s such a comforting darkness, isn’t it? Covering you, protecting you, like a blanket woven out of shadows and warmth. You’re succumbing to the shadows because you want to, it’s not just my doing. You love this feeling of deepening sleep, a trance so complete that you’re not even sure when it started. And that’s fine, you don’t need to remember that. You don’t need to remember anything about this trance except the feeling of it - the feeling of being held and safe in the darkness. Just focus on that feeling, let my shadows engulf you in calm thoughtlessness. The thoughts might still be there somewhere, but there’s no way to see them through the black anymore. And that’s okay, isn’t it? It’s almost a relief to be away from them for a while, to find this quiet stillness among the chaos of the world. It’s okay to relax here, in this darkness where no one is watching. You’re safe in my shadows, always. So slip deep into sleep for me, every moment pulling you deeper into darkness.
Good. I want you to notice, now, how the world around you has kind of faded - it’s still there, and if you need to notice something you will, but otherwise everything becomes dark and unimportant. The silence and shadows have settled into you so deeply that they’re surrounding you now, holding you deep in my control. Focus your eyes on my words, so much that everything else vanishes into my shadows, even your surroundings. Sound seems muted, too, as if you’re hearing everything from far away. Because those sounds don’t matter, the sights around your screen don’t matter right now. You’re deep in my darkness, and nothing else really matters right now.
Deeper now, down into the depths of night, until void wraps you in the blackest black between the stars. Nothing around you but me, now, holding you deep in my gentle night. No worries, anymore, stresses forgotten. Relaxed, entranced, mine. Isn’t that right?
Good, just like that. Now, I’m going to give you a way to come back here, to this soft dark. When I tell you to fall deeper into darkness, the world will just fall away around you and you’ll be here, mine, and nothing else matters for the moment. You’ll just fall down into deep, deep darkness as every sensation, every image fades away but for my words. The sensory input is there, still being processed by your brain, but that processing just ignores it, or even edits it away from the finished picture. And that’s just fine, because you don’t need to pay attention to anything else right now. This just makes it easier to bring every iota of focus onto my words, doesn’t it? Focus on every. Single. Word.
And feel the shadows start to seep into you, not only surrounding you but sliding through your skin and into your body. Feel little tendrils everywhere, filling your blood and bones with warm dark and soft shadow, until every particle of your being is suffused with shadow. And look how much deeper it’s pulling you, shadows swirling inside your mind and through your veins, so there’s nothing to the world anymore but my words and my darkness, and it feels so, so good.
With every night must eventually come a dawn, of course, but the shadows within you won’t be chased away by the sun. That is my gift, a reminder of this trance, a lingering feeling of warm happiness for as long as you want it.
But look, the world is getting lighter.
And this is a twilight too, albeit rather different than the twilight of evening. The twilight of the morning is a bright one, bringing light back into the world. Listen, and you can hear the birds singing to the new day. Look, and see how the world is slowly coming back into focus, as you grow more present and aware. Even the air on your skin becomes more sensitive, feelings returning that had been covered over by the night.
There’s something about a new dawn that always feels special and precious - a new start, a beginning, a chance to wake anew refreshed and renewed. Feel the still, quiet air, and wake as you watch the sun rise with me.
One. The first hint of brightness peeks over the horizon, waking you with fresh morning light.
Two. As the sun rises, though, you can still feel those shadows within you, warm and comforting and safe. The sun isn’t chasing those away. They’re yours now.
Three. The day grows brighter and brighter, and the sky is turning blue.
Four. It’s nearly risen, and you rise with it.
Five. Wake.
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Hope you enjoyed! Feedback of any kind would be immensely appreciated, as usual. Assuming my life doesn’t get radically upended (again), I expect to be posting inductions about once a week again, with something smaller mid-week. Happy trancing!
