[AdmiralDigi]

I dreamt, lately. That's not supposed to happen.

I long excised that sort of necessity. A faculty of mind that comes from tire. Yet.
There is so much 'me' that by the point I grow tired enough to rest, I simply weigh in a different lobe.
Like holding a glass of water, all day, and instead of setting it down, you merely switch arms. 
Simple, no?

But it has been getting to me lately.
Bouts of silence. Traipses with death. Glimpses of the other side.
There is nothing on the other side.
Never has been.

But I see something, now.

YOUR REFLECTION. A CONSEQUENCE.


...

They approached me with their concerns. The first of any I'd ever heard like it.
'Khe'Ria. I saw something.'
'Talguth. Is this normal?'
Questions and concerns, that meant nothing all the same. I disparaged their worries. Attunement to the symbiote.
Seeing things that were always there which you did not get, before.

I have been hearing its voice. My voice.
Across the veil. On the other side. Whispering me assurances. Claiming, boldly, banter. 
I know it is not the ABANDONER. That which beseeched me the role of a deity and left.
HERE/GONE.

It shouldn't be.
It can't be. Because It isn't. It never was.
So then - who am I listening to? Who do I see when I shut my eyes?

If it is a mirror,

it is broken.


YOUR SKULL IS TOO SMALL. THERE IS TOO MUCH OF YOU WITHIN IT.
Why am I dreaming?
CONFINED. CRAMPED. CLAUSTROPHOBIC. A SKULL AT ALL IS A FLAW.