Drift down into dreamy rapture, then back awake, then back under my spell, going deeper each time until you wonder if you will ever return. Journey with me down, down into the cave of trances as I, Lethe, guide you to the River of Forgetfulness and Oblivion. Forget your mortal existence as you drink deeply from it's waters. Gaze across the river to Elysium, dreaming drowsy dreams of paradise. Forget everything except my voice and my eyes. Nothing exists but this moment in time. Oblivion.