“You’ve been following me for fucking weeks! What the fucking hell do you want?!”
The cloud of dark and silvery motes said nothing as they circled my position. I had tried running from them. They kept pace with me. I tried hiding from them. They slipped between atoms to reach me. I tried magical barriers to hold them away. They poured between the spaces between breaths.
They covered me when I slept. They circled me when I was awake. But they made no sound except for the low droning of billions of undetectable wings, and made no attempt to do anything but be with me. It was clear though, they wanted something else, something more.
I fell to my knees, exhausted. So much is going on in my life right now, and I can’t defend myself on a hundred separate fronts.
“Fine. Fucking fine. If this is how I die, I’m going to be very fucking disappointed. I never thought I would struggle to sanity and awareness only to be nibbled to death by a thousand spiritual mosquitoes. Do the fuck as you please. I will not resist.”
They swarmed over me in such a great mass, I was kept upright by the equal pressure on all sides. They did not prick my body even as they encapsulated it.
They burrowed into my mind.
A chorus of millions and millions of unvoices shattered my mind with a single command.
«Unbecome»
I awoke on the same indistinct rocky landscape I had surrendered on. The cloud of spirits were gone. Outwardly I had no marks to show of the experience. Inwardly, I knew something had been altered. It will take time for the change to be revealed.
The first change was quickly made evident.
I did not fear the cloud of spirits returning, and felt a strange longing that they did not take me with them.
Oh well. Back to work.