Asthma
Air rushes upward through a canopied passageway winding through moist tunnels covered in a thickening paste on its way toward those twin caverns below. On the downward slope the air encounters outcropping obstacles that narrow the channel making the journey increasingly difficult. A rhythmic mechanism drones on in its quest to draw the air further and further toward a momentary resting place. Squealing ensues as the openings seem to whither away. Spasmodically the air seeps into the once grand chambers now swollen inwardly from unnatural growths clinging to the surrounding walls. Pushed beyond limits the switch is thrown into reverse and the air begins a reverse trek toward its freedom once again.
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