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All around me was a landscape at once familiar and utterly alien. I could make no sense of the moonlight shining so brightly, reflected back from the waxy jasmine blossoms and shimmering on the glabrous magnolia leaves. All around me sound spiraled up and up, so suddenly deafening that I wanted to clap hands to ears until Lestat's amused laughter cut through the confused din and when I realized it was only the normal chorus of insects and frogs. Lestat was also changed, no longer pale; he was radiant, the blaze of his eyes searing.
What had he given me?