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My recent trip into the unknown of 2C-B was a truly mesmerizing experience. The onset was gentle, a gradual drift washing over me as I became aware the pulsating colors of my environment. The visions that manifested were geometric, swirling and intertwining like a hypnotic ballet. I journeyed through dimensions that defied logic. Perception melte