If anyone asked him to interpret the creature's divine words, Jeff wouldn't really know what to say. But he understands-- or, he feels like he understands, in that way that all things are suddenly understood on a cosmic level, when psychedelics are coursing through the system.
He Understands, even as he's lost in riddles. He thinks about the story it told when it was a butterfly. The caterpillar-- the worm-- spinning until it became something new. And a door. It's always doors. Everyone expects him to have a door now, but he doesn't know where it could be.
(If he opened himself up, would he become a door?)
Jeff's heart is racing. Strange, because he doesn't feel afraid. His head's full of clouds and dreams and bliss, but his heart's racing like a rabbit and his breaths come in short bursts.
There's some disconnect between the human animal that Jeff was and the idea he is becoming.
"That's okay," he whispers, though whether it's to himself or to the great worm, he can't say. "I can change." He looks down at his too-human, too solid feet. "I can..." He lifts one, as if to test it. It comes away from the ground easily, and he immediately begins to wobble. Ah, fuck. Gravity.
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He Understands, even as he's lost in riddles. He thinks about the story it told when it was a butterfly. The caterpillar-- the worm-- spinning until it became something new. And a door. It's always doors. Everyone expects him to have a door now, but he doesn't know where it could be.
(If he opened himself up, would he become a door?)
Jeff's heart is racing. Strange, because he doesn't feel afraid. His head's full of clouds and dreams and bliss, but his heart's racing like a rabbit and his breaths come in short bursts.
There's some disconnect between the human animal that Jeff was and the idea he is becoming.
"That's okay," he whispers, though whether it's to himself or to the great worm, he can't say. "I can change." He looks down at his too-human, too solid feet. "I can..." He lifts one, as if to test it. It comes away from the ground easily, and he immediately begins to wobble. Ah, fuck. Gravity.