no sound of its own within the wind a tubular fiber of light uncoiled down
the tunnel undulating toward me. Snaking, snapping, rising and rippling
it came on burning toward me blue-edged white, then glowing pink, red,
then a fire of green so brilliant I must shield my eyes from it.
Pressing myself into the wall I hung on. I needed to know what this was though I may not have been able to flee if I had wished for the wind pressed me hard against the stone.
The bulbous tip of the light raced to me and as it reached me swelled into a multicolored globe larger than myself which surrounded and engulfed me; all about me was that shimmering glow pulsing at frequencies too quick for me to sense. Without heat or pressure it snatched my breath from me and wrenched my heart until, gasping, I could see nothing but the blackness in my eyes.
The voice came to me. But it was within my head, speaking, moving, sampling. I strained to free myself from this and amusement colored the voice witnessing my impotent flailing. "I will see you," the voice said within my mind, "now."
And then I was flung away.