Surrounded by glowing darkness, absorbed in a humming void, lost to nothingness. Senses of motion propel you forward through perpetual layers of heat that pull your conflicts and hostilities to a slow burning aura. You are becoming your true intuitions. Hearing and touch begin to dissipate to the vibrations, slowly smell and taste disappear. Sight is your only guide, leading your descent into a hollow of all that is real; swallowing you in a red cloak of rage. Your deep intentions ignite fate, fear leaves your illumination and is destroyed. Now is activation. Now is the awakening of concentrated animosity. Sight drops away. This emotion now defines you charged for mass annihilation, you strike from deep conciousness back to the ever-existing painful reality that we all know... Animus is upon us.