“Next you shall know how it feels to possess the skills of the greatest artists,” the demon tells you.

Your eyes flutter open and shut as your head swims with glorious visions. You imagine music sweeter than any you’ve ever heard and revel in the knowledge that you are the one composing it. Sonnets and psalms spill forth from your lips.

“There are only two kinds of people in this world,” you proclaim, “geniuses and everyone else.”

TEXT BACK YOUR ANSWER.

KOWALSKI’S NOTES BELOW.