He felt confined. Muffled. As if he had been wrapped in a thick blanket. Struggling for awareness, he squirmed and reached. He felt stiff, yet flexible, and vaguely remembered being
other. Reaching further, gathered more 'self' to him, pieces that made no sense at all, but seemed to fit together in some sort of pattern. Just beyond his grasp, he sensed a pulsing, glowing
something that seemed to be connected to him...and yet, NOT. Extending towards it, he found himself pulled inexorably in, being sucked towards the
something Electricity crackled around him, ripping away the bits of 'self' he had so carefully collected. Terror struck, he flung his energy out, trying to halt his headlong plunge. The
something shrieked and stopped, then retreated into the swirling gray mist surrounding him. Tentatively, he extended his fragmented consciousness out again...drawing sharply back as he sensed the electrical currents he produced. Patiently, he gathered the glittering puzzle pieces of himself once again, keeping awareness tuned for the
something that had tried to consume him.
Time passed. Color swirled through the mist and vanished. The amount of 'self' he collected grew cumbersome to grasp to himself and he vaguely remembered that there were things to hold smaller things. At that thought, a golden horn-shaped container appeared before him. He released the fragments of 'self' into it, watching the bits of swirling, colored vapor as it tugged at his memory. Not enough. Gather more. At times, it seemed he could "hear" voices in a language he could not decipher. The
something lurked, but never again tried to pull him in. He sensed frustration, anger and finally disinterest. That
something faded and dissappeared. A new
something, filled with avarice, lurked. The 'self' in the horn grew larger, but did not fit together in any pattern.
More time had passed and the
something seemed pleased, he did not know what was happeninng but he clung to the horn and waited. Through the mist came a warmth and joy that soothed the jagged edges of his fragmentary self. Extending a tendril of thought, he felt a new
something. This
something didn't pull at him, but gently invited him to just BE. Without knowing how he did it, he extended a small bit of 'self' toward the
something and felt it connect with a small jolt. The
something started as it felt the connection as well. Through that small connection, he could sense emotion...faintly, but still.....
Tinges of regret and sorrow came through his connection. Instinctively, he wanted to comfort...not truly knowing why. He sent another fragment of 'self' towards the
something and felt a larger jolt. The connection grew and images tumbled towards him, things he could not comprehend, emotions, pain...lonliness. Tumbling back into the mist...clinging to the horn desperately, he twisted, writhed and fought...
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