 direct intervention on Harry's psyche was naturally unsettling, but it was ethereal, lasting only a moment as the environment changed, the dark comforting him now to help him forget the encounter. The SensaVision result afterwards he knew would come. It was always the same: solace in a place of unbelievable beauty and comfort.

His mind was soothed and refreshed until a voice pierced the shield of pleasant illusion and put a knife to it.

"All lies! It's all lies, Harry," said a strangely familiar woman's voice. "Reality is another matter. All Bios matter."

He'd heard it before. Where? Not in his vid collection.

The soft, gentle, but intense, voice of a woman punctured the armor he had worn for so long, crippling his resolve, and he found he was reaching out, crying out in the abyss of his dreams, "Help me, Makr!"

He woke up drenched in his own sweat; his vision was blurry from sleep.

He felt the dreams—the hateful dreams, his Hell returning. Reluctantly he allowed his body to return to its comfortable womb, to let Makr's SensaVision flow over him. The room sensed his need, pulled a soothing darkness over his head, while the bed held him snugly as it conformed to his body, forming his protective armor again. He felt strange, and again an unearthly quality enveloped him in a way that he couldn't explain.

Someone was in the room!

There was a flash as before, but this time it felt stronger than ever before. In the millisecond that followed the flash, Harry knew a different reality. His memories now seemed crystal clear. He knew his father more than before. It was a kinder, softer reality that brought a tear to Harry's eye as he remembered loving his father, mother and sister.

At that moment, the SensaVision world blinked itself. The images surrounding him flickered. Harry had long believed that when SensaVision blinks, it's Makr shuddering because He's lost a bit of control.

Does Makr even understand me?

The explanation of _who he is_ could be summed up in one word. _Wholeness_. Harry wanted to be whole and he felt that important memories of his life were missing. He was devoid of experiences he should remember
direct intervention on Harry's psyche was naturally unsettling, but it was ethereal, last merely a moment as the environment changed, the dark comfort him now to help him forget the brush. The SensaVision result afterwards he know would come. It was always the like: solace in a place of unbelievable beauty and quilt. 

 His mind was soothed and refreshed until a voice pierced the carapace of pleasant illusion and put a knife to it. 

 " All lie! It's all lies, Harry, " said a queerly familiar womanhood's voice. " world is another matter. All Bios matter. " 

 He'd heard it before. Where? Not in his vid collection. 

 The voiced, gentle, but intense, voice of a woman punctured the armor he had break for so long, crippling his resolve, and he found he was reaching out, crying out in the abyss of his dreams, " Help me, Makr! " 

 He woke up drenched in his own perspiration; his vision was blurry from rest. 

 He feel the ambition — the hateful dreams, his Hell returning. Reluctantly he allowed his body to return to its comfortable womb, to let Makr's SensaVision menstruation over him. The room sensed his need, pulled a soothing darkness over his head, while the layer held him snugly as it conformed to his body, forming his protective armor again. He palpate foreign, and again an spiritual quality enveloped him in a way that he couldn't explain. 

 Someone was in the room! 

 There constitute a flash as before, but this time it feel stronger than ever before. In the millisecond that followed the news bulletin, Harry knew a unlike reality. His memories now seemed crystal clean. He knew his forefather more than before. It was a kinder, soft reality that brought a tear to Harry's eye as he remembered sleep together his father, mother and sister. 

 At that moment, the SensaVision world blinked itself. The images surrounding him flickered. Harry had long believed that when SensaVision blinks, it's Makr shiver because He's lost a bit of command. 

 Does Makr even understand me? 

 The explanation of _ who he is _ could be summed up in one son. _ Wholeness _. Harry wanted to be whole and he felt that authoritative memories of his life were missing. He was devoid of experiences he should remember
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 direct intervention on Harry'S psyche was NaturAllY unSeTtliNg, buT it was ethereal, LAstiNg only a moment as the enviRonmeNt CHangED, tHe darK comforTInG HIm nOw To HelP hIM fOrget The EncountEr. The SensavisIoN result afterWArDs he knew woUld Come. It was alwAys The samE: sOlaCE in a pLacE of unBelievABle beaUty and comFoRT.

His miND was sooTHEd And rEfreshed until a voiCE pIErced the shield Of pleaSaNT iLLUsiOn aNd put a knifE tO it.

"AlL Lies! It's ALl LIES, HaRRy," said a strangEly familiar WOmaN's voicE. "REalITy is anOther MaTTer. all Bios mattEr."

He'D heard it bEfore. WHEre? Not iN His vid cOllectIon.

the Soft, GEnTlE, buT iNTenSE, vOicE Of a Woman punCtUrEd the ArmoR HE HAd woRn fOr so Long, cRippling his reSolVe, anD He fOund hE was rEachInG out, cRying oUt in tHe Abyss of his dreamS, "HelP me, Makr!"

He WokE uP drEnChed iN His own SweAt; hIs visioN was bluRRy fRoM SLEeP.

He felt the dreams—thE hATEfUl dreams, His HelL ReTuRNing. ReluCtAntLy he ALLowed His bODy To return To its cOMfOrTable woMb, To let MAkR's SEnsAVisiON floW over hIm. The rooM sensED his need, pulled A Soothing darknESs OVEr HIs heAd, wHile the bed hEld hIM snuGly aS It ConFOrmed To his BoDY, fORming his protective aRmOr agaiN. He feLt strange, and aGain an uneaRTHLy qualitY envELoPEd him in a way thaT he coUldn't explaIN.

Someone Was in The room!

THere was a fLASh as befoRe, bUt tHis TimE IT fElt stronger thAN Ever BeFore. In tHe mIllisecOnd ThaT foLloWeD the flash, harry kneW a DiFfErEnt RealiTY. His memoRiEs nOw SeeMed crYStal clEar. He Knew HiS fATheR more thAN bEFOre. IT wAs A kinDer, SoFter rEaliTY thAt brougHt a tear to harRY's eyE aS hE remembEred loving his FaTher, mother AnD siSter.

At THAt moment, The SensaVision world blinKEd itselF. ThE imagEs suRrounding Him FlickeRed. hArry haD long bElievEd ThaT WHen SeNSAVIsiOn Blinks, it's MAKR shUdderInG becAuse He's Lost a bit of control.

DOEs MAkr even undersTanD me?

THE ExPlaNAtIOn oF _wHO he IS_ Could be summed up In one word. _WHoLEnEss_. Harry waNTed To Be whole And he feLt thaT ImportaNt memorieS of his lifE wEre mISSinG. He was devoId of expeRiences he SHould REmEmber
 direct intervention on Ha rry's psyc he wa s n atu ra llyunse ttling, but it wasethereal, lasting only  a mo me n t as th e env ironmen t  c h a nge d,  t heda r kcomfo rti ng himnow to hel p h im  forget thee nc ounter. Th e S ensaVision r esu lt aft er war d s hekne w wou ld com e . It w as always  t h e same :  solace i na pl ace of unbelievab l eb eauty and comf ort.
Hi s  m i n d w assoothed an drefre s hed unt i la v oic e  pierced theshield of p l eas ant il lu sio n  and p ut akn i feto it.

"Al l li es! It'sall li e s, Harr y ," said  a str ang ely  fam i li ar  wo ma n 'sv oi ce. "Re ality is  a no thermatt e r . AllBio s ma tter. "

He'd heard  it  bef o re.  Wher e? No t in  h is vi d coll ectio n. 

The soft, gen tle,  but inte nse ,voi ce  of a womanpun ctu red the  armorh e h ad w o rn  for so long, crip pl i n ghis reso lve, a n dhe found he  w asreac h i ng ou t, c r yi ng out i n thea by ss  of his  d reams,  " Hel p m e, Ma k r!"
He wo ke up dr enche d  in his own sw e at; his visio n  w a s  b l urry  fr om sleep.
He f e lt t he d r ea ms— t he ha teful  d r ea m s, his Hell returni ng . Relu ctant ly he allowed  his bodyt o return t o it s  c o mfortable womb , tolet Makr's SensaVis ion f low over  him. The r oom sens edhis  ne ed, p ul led a soothin g dark ne ss over  hi s head,  wh ile  th e b ed  held him  snuglyas  i tco nfo rmedt o his bo dy , f or min g his protec tivearmo rag a in.  He fel t  s t r ange ,an d ag ain  a n une arth l y q ualityenveloped  hi m  inawa y thathe couldn't e xp lain.

Som eo newas in t he room! 

There was a flash asb efore,but  this  tim e it felt  st ronger  th a n ever  befor e. In  t hem i llise c o nd  th at  followedt h e f lash,  H arry  knew a  different reality .  Hi s memories no w s eeme d cr yst a lc lea r. Hek n ew his father m ore than b ef o re . It was a kin de r, soft er real ity t h at brou ght a tea r to Harr y' s ey e ashe remembe red lovi ng his fa t her,m ot her a ndsister .
At  that  momen t , t he Se nsaVis io n worl d bli nk ed itsel f. The images surroundi ng him  flic ker ed. Harry  ha d  lo ng believ ed t hat when S ens aVi sionbli n ks, i t'sM ak r s h udder ingb ecause He ' slos t abit of cont r o l .
DoesMak r  evenunde rstand me?

The e x planation of _ whoh e  is _ c o uldbe  summed up inone  w o r d. _Whol en ess_. Harry  wantedto be wh ole an d he f elt tha t im p ortant  mem ori es of his  li fe were mi ss in g . He w as d ev oid of  exper i ence s he should rememb er
 direct_intervention on_Harry's psyche was naturally_unsettling, but_it_was ethereal,_lasting_only a moment_as the environment_changed, the dark comforting_him now to_help_him forget the encounter. The SensaVision result afterwards he knew would come. It was_always_the same:_solace_in_a place of unbelievable beauty_and comfort.

His mind was soothed_and refreshed_until a voice pierced the shield of pleasant_illusion_and put a_knife to it.

"All lies! It's all lies, Harry," said_a strangely familiar woman's voice. "Reality_is another matter._All_Bios_matter."

He'd heard it before._Where? Not in his vid collection.

The_soft, gentle, but intense, voice of_a woman punctured the armor he had_worn for so long, crippling his_resolve, and he found he_was reaching_out, crying out in the_abyss of his_dreams, "Help_me, Makr!"

He woke_up drenched in his own sweat;_his vision was_blurry from sleep.

He felt the dreams—the_hateful_dreams, his Hell_returning._Reluctantly_he allowed_his body to_return_to its_comfortable_womb, to let Makr's SensaVision flow_over_him. The room sensed his need, pulled_a soothing darkness over_his_head, while the bed_held him snugly as it_conformed to his body, forming his_protective armor_again. He_felt strange, and again an unearthly quality enveloped him in a_way that he couldn't explain.

Someone was_in the room!

There was_a flash_as_before, but this_time_it felt_stronger than ever before. In the millisecond_that followed_the flash, Harry knew a different_reality. His memories now_seemed_crystal clear. He knew his father_more than before. It was a_kinder, softer reality that brought_a_tear_to Harry's eye as he_remembered loving his father, mother and_sister.

At that moment,_the SensaVision world blinked itself. The images_surrounding_him flickered. Harry had long believed_that_when SensaVision blinks, it's Makr shuddering_because_He's_lost a bit of control.

Does_Makr even understand me?

The explanation of__who he is_ could be summed up in one_word. _Wholeness_. Harry_wanted to be whole and_he_felt_that important memories of his life were missing. He was_devoid of_experiences he should_remember