How did it empower my imagination? I then lay down in my bed again. Sex video The back of the metallic frame that the gem was set into… it had something engraved into it. I still retained my thoughts and my memories and my emotions, but it seemed like all sensory input from the outside world was gone. Nothing at all. Oh dear, all of the possible fates I thought of, and none of them sounded nice to me in the slightest… How foolish was I? How did it empower my imagination? Why was I able to use my imagination so well, when before I hadn’t paid much attention to it in my life?
