Uncontrolled palpitating breaths. The howling jungle turns to hush.
— eyelids heavy.
A viscous mouth and weakened neck pull my forehead downwards.
I crack it back — gravity suspends. Senses merge, cutting diagonally from the back of my skull and into a dimensionless dark. The liquid black begins to crack with vibrating shards of fluttering light.
“Beyond the use of time. Beyond anxiety, fear, sadness or isolation: welcome to the roots of the infinite,” a chorus of guides reveal.
Anxious and breathless…I can’t shake the illusion. Amassing serotonin is creating these auditory and visual hallucinations—nothing more.
“It doesn’t matter,” resonates throughout.
Under surrender, the guides share their non-binary technique for aqueous travel. With it, we flow through a network of root systems, beyond endless civilizations — exploring the tendrils that connect all biological material.
This substance must be fading. Sentiments from the control state of consciousness begin to return. The abilities weaken. The guides help transform a grouping of the surrounding roots into a capsule. I enter.
The shadow of Abaddon, Horus, and Anubis permeate the craft. Through a series of clicks, strikes, and cellular convergence we ascend and evolve into a singular traveling mechanism—oscillating into a freedom beyond time and worry of previous forms. A tether pulls.
Autonomic system memory lapsing. The body is reacting to the separation—perceiving this as potential death.
Serotonin leveling. Vision fading.
The howling jungle returns.