The music, the rhythm. It bores into my skull, but not unpleasantly, not any more. I know it's weird to keep listening to the same thing over and over and over again, but I can't help it. It seems like each time I hear more in the song, although I remain frustratingly unable to finally crack the puzzle. It's like seeing a person disappear through a doorway out of the corner of your eye. I'm so close, I know it. I've started to hear the lyrics, the words they sing/say/chant. They're not in English, unless they are, but they're in a language I dimly remember, from a time before I was born.
I don't know how long I've listened now. The light has come and gone and come and gone, how many times is unclear. I felt urges for water and food at one point but now I thirst and hunger only for more of the song, to go deeper into the notes.
There was another sound, a sound that couldn't compare to the music. A pounding at the door, shouting, screaming. Maybe my name, if I could remember what it was. If it were important. But the only thing that matters now is the song, hearing more, going deeper in. I'm almost there.