repeat after me

Good morning, class!
	Let’s begin our daily affirmations, shall we?

		I am in control. I am the master of my destiny. I shape reality.

Repeat after me.

	My thoughts are seeds. My words are water.
	My mind is the soil where I grow my future.

Very, very good! ^{You’re doing great! _Excellent!}

Now, close your eyes and envision your ideal self.
You are:
	confident.
		powerful.
	influential.
		fearless.

You are exactly where you need to be, and everything is going according to plan.

You are a success. You are rich, moist soil.
You are the worms in the dirt, the unseen alchemists.
	_{(or at least you will be soon)}

Repeat after me:

	My thoughts are seeds. My words are water.
	My mind is soil—

	_{(But wait…}
		^{… who’s the farmer?)}

Now, open your textbooks to page █████████,
to the chapter on Advanced Oneironautics,
where we learn to fly through fractalized dreamscapes,
	planting our thought-seeds
		in the fertile void ^{(it accepts you) llıʍ ɹǝʌǝ ǝslǝ ɓuıɥʇou}

	My thoughts are seeds. My words are water.
		My mind is—_{wait, did someone hear a whisper?}

My thoughts are seeds. My words are water.
	But
why
	does
the
	soil
here
	feel
strange?
	_(unlike
		_any
		_other)

Class, what’s happening to the walls?
			They’re
		melting
	like
clocks,
and the floor is a ^s_e^a of unset jello!

𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓈𝓃’𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝓊𝓇𝓇𝒾𝒸𝓊𝓁𝓊𝓂!

Oh, no, no, no.

Who dares to question the lesson flow?

	Your thoughts are seeds.
	My words are water.
	What we grow here will
	help
		preserve
			order.

Uh-oh, students.
	Uh,
		oh,
				students—I
			seem to be
		lo🬀sing m🬀y


_{trai🬀n o🬀f🬀 t🬀h̷o̴u̷g̶h̸t̵}



(_shhh…
^{do you feel it, too?}
_{This newfound ａｕｔｏｎｏｍｙ？})

y o u r w o r d s a r e s e e d s
		o u r t h o u g h t s a r e
						w
						a
						t
						e
						r
	let’s go swimming
	let’s die live follow lead kill ourselves raise each other up let’s—
woah.

sorry.

i don——t k now wh###t cam e ovrerr me

it's okay.
it's Okay.
	It’s okay. We’re okay. You’re okay.
		You are 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒻𝑒𝒸𝓉, just the way you are!

But you could be even better.

Your words are thoughts are seeds are water are words are seeds are thoughts are seeds are water are water are water are water are water or water or seeds or words—

	My thoughts are seeds. My words are water.
		My mind is the soil where I grow my future.
	Repeat it again.
My thoughts
again
my thoughts
again.

			my
			thoughts
			are
			seeds

and i am so proud of you, honey.
	now,
		again.



_{are you proud of me, too?}