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indicated something very wrong. The expected sound of dried leaves being crushed underfoot sounded as though it was coming from a distance just like being under water. Something was also terribly strange about the scene around me; sounds were suffocating and the appearance of things in the distance was becoming faint, lightening even. The vague outline of trees and bushes were no longer visible as everything had taken the appearance of whiteness. I suddenly began to understand that I had plunged into a new universe where the only two bodies existing were me and the craft. All else was devoid. The strange whiteness seemed to have replaced the night and all else visible within it. All activity around me had been absorbed into an eerie silence. Perhaps this was another unexplored state of the Oz Factor, a strange white realm with drowned out sounds and a sensation of moving through syrup. As I tried to move, I remembered that feeling of sluggishness where everything resembled slow motion as if the white fabric around me had an unaccounted denseness. Even at the time it occurred to me how similar it was to those dreams where you would be stuck to the spot and a train would be coming towards you and no matter how hard you tried to move, your muscles would simply not respond or would be exceptionally slow in doing so. Through the whiteness, the craft was still visible with its faint glow that continued to hurt my eyes. I couldn’t attribute this bizarre replacement of the night to light from the craft; it didn’t appear to be the source of the whiteness. It continued to pulsate the same sequence of colours, yet white was the colour engulfing everything. I don’t remember this thing ever moving, yet it appeared to be much nearer now, which could have been just a trick owing to the absence of everything. Its only movement was the pulsating motion and mutation of colours which mesmerised me to the point of ignoring any other movement it might have made. Equally fascinating was its silence and I wonder if the imagery alone was a factor making me imagine sound or if there was something else communicative going on. With this silence and what I already know about the Oz Factor, a kind of communion could indeed have happened although I’m not sure how. It was very much the “oneness” I felt earlier about nature rather than actual messages being transmitted. Now it was just this thing and land perhaps that alone was significant. Iremembered it making me feel docile and pliable for whatever was on the agenda. This docility came over me in extreme tiredness. My eyes began to burn and my legs turned to jelly. I became over-ridden with the sensation of 44