I have always hated mushrooms, they're all slimy, practically tasteless, and their texture is just the worst. Sometimes people would tell me how good they'd taste with this and that, or how I should try drying them, and adding them to food as a fine powder, but no. Mushrooms are just horrible, and I avoided them at all costs. It was precisely for that reason why I thought I'd never be killed by one.
I don't know how it happened, or even exactly what it even was, but on a relatively normal day, enjoying life while reading a nice book on my soft bed, everything went white. It took a few seconds for me to clear my eyes, especially since it felt like my skin was burning, but I managed to clear my eyes just in time to look outside of the window. What I saw was almost indescribable. Outside, a handful of miles away in the middle of the city, there was the biggest fucking mushroom I've ever seen in my life. It was brighter than even the sun, still growing, and then I died.
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My brain was overwhelmed, or more accurately, I felt like all my senses should be overwhelmed, but they couldn't be. I saw nothing, heard nothing, felt, tasted or smelled nothing. It wasn't anything like just seeing pitch black, with no light entering my eyes, but more like having no eyes. The same went for all my other senses. There was absolutely nothing to be felt, and yet I was overwhelmed with information flooding my very soul. If this was heaven, then I already hated it.
Slowly, in small increments, the nonsensical information flood I was experiencing slowed to a stop. There was still something, and a lot of it, but it was just barely manageable. Like repeatedly being stabbed with a thousand knives, instead of a million. After the million, the thousand was relatively manageable.
Some parts of the information I was feeling stayed the same, or changed smoothly from one form to another, while others were constantly shifting. Adding to that, something completely new would come into quick contact with my senses, sometimes lingering there for a while, and other times disappearing just as fast as I felt them.
It took what I thought was definitely a long time, to even begin to understand what I was feeling. There were things that felt the same, like they were telling me the same thing, but from different directions. A while later, it started to feel like they were just parts of me located in different places.
There was something else that continuously came off from those things, and that would come from outside of what I could feel. Soon enough, I started associating that with what used to be sight. It wasn't exactly like normal vision, instead it felt like seeing everything in my sphere of existence from every direction at once. I knew where all the electromagnetic radiation, not just visible light, in my small existence came from.
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After that, more and more of my senses started to click together, into something I could slowly start to understand. And then I understood, I could feel everything there was to feel about myself. I just wasn't human anymore, instead I was a small ball of space and everything in it.
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I became bored of my new existence rather quickly. There wasn't much else to do other than to listen to the changing world in my space, or trying to differentiate what I felt from something else I felt. I started to count what I was pretty sure were probably individual protons. They just kept shifting and changing the entire time, and even though I was somehow capable of processing what trillions upon trillions of subatomic particles were constantly doing, I couldn't concentrate enough to figure out where I was, or rather, what I was in.
I know it's rather pointless, but in my degrading mind, I really wanted something to do. It might as well be something helpful, so I decided that counting protons was a good way to stay entertained, and get more used to my senses. Then I realized I could use that information to figure out what I was surrounded by, so I became even more determined. But they just wouldn't stay still. And then they did.
Something that just felt different from literally everything else in my space, forced everything to stay still, to not change or move around one bit. In my shocked state of wonder, I let my mind stay silent, as everything around me moved once again.
The stuff that kept everything still was something that had been bugging my mind for a while. I couldn't come up with anything I was aware of, that acted how it did. The stuff was like a cloud, not even made from individual particles. And that cloud would be denser in the middle of my space, and faint at the edges. It stayed mostly unchanging, only gently flowing through my space. Now though, it had done something.
Slowly, and tentatively, I tried to do it again. I tried to use whatever it was to force everything to stay still, and it worked. Then I tried to move it in random directions, and thus I scrambled everything that was me around. I could move the atoms in my space however I wanted. It was like magic, and so I decided to call it that. I could finally actually do something, and so I started doing anything I could think of.
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Weeks had gone by, and I could tell because of the difference between the amount of photons in my space during day and night. As the time progressed, and I became more and more familiar with my senses, becoming more and more capable of building an understanding of the world around me, I also learned more about magic.
I could move everything and anything as I saw fit, including moving everything that I was. I could also compress magic to a small ball, and like a vacuum, it'd suck more magic from outside my space towards me. I could then compress more and more magic in the middle of my space, and then I would get bigger. My space had gone from a few million atoms wide, to a hundred million, to bilions, and then tens of billions. I was rapidly getting bigger, I was rapidly becoming able to understand and process more information, and able to move and control more matter in my space. I, or more accurately my space, had grown from the size of a few grains of sand, to the size of a large animal over the course of a year.