THE FIRST TRIP

I shouldn't feel too anxious, but I can't help it. Though, whether my anxiety stemmed from excitement or fear? I do not know. My friend messaged me about fifteen minutes ago. 'I got some good stuff yesterday. Wanna meet up, bro?' and against my better judgment, here I am, strolling down the street with a hood over my head and my hands in my pockets...

⌈Yooo! Dude, you actually came? Nice!⌋

⌈Y-Yeah. So... What did you get? Bud?⌋

⌈Nah, bud is for babies, dude. What I got here is a bag of them psu... psylo... uhh... psilocybes! That's it, man!⌋

⌈What are those?⌋

⌈How should I know!? It's shrooms, dude! I got shrooms!⌋

He wiggled a suspicious transparent bag filled with dried fungi in front of my face.

⌈I dunno, man... I guess flower is fine, but shrooms? Yikes, my dude.⌋

⌈But this is the stuff, man. I munched a couple of 'em and even your ugly mug looks pretty now. You're sounding really blue though... You gotta take a few and cheer up. It's worth it, trust me.⌋

The very scent of the mushrooms was downright repulsive, but hell... Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

I yoinked the bag out of his careless hands and munched down its contents, all at once, trying my hardest not to throw up the mushy mucus I found myself chewing on for nearly half a minute.

⌈Dude, what? Haha! You're mental! Niiice...⌋

And so I sat down and began waiting for the hit, listening to my friend rambling on and on and on about his bizarre experiences under the influence of the hallucinogens, as psytrance blasted from his portable speaker. 'This is what you have to listen to when you're on shrooms', he insisted...

At first, I didn't quite get what the hell he meant by that, but slowly I began to understand, as the bizarre sounds began to repaint my very perception to the picture of their eccentric tones.

With every boom of the bass, I felt my vision distorting into obscurity, and with every outlandish noise wailing in voices unknown to man, I slowly lost the grasp of reality, as the scenery shifted into a twirling mess of oversaturated colors. The depressing grey shell of the concrete jungle now found itself full of life, painted in the shades of fantastical environments untarnished by the hand of man.

I found understanding behind the meaning of heightened consciousness and out of body experiences, as I felt what I can only assume to be my soul drifting through space and time itself to the entrancing rhythm of the rumbling synthesizers.

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I no longer heard a word of what my friend said, and even the music, which orchestrated my spiritual awakening, slowly faded into far reaches of my awareness. The abstract being I had become, gradually began to take shape once more.

I felt my head expanding to comical proportions, as though re-enacting the events of the big bang that once gave reality birth. Thus, my consciousness had reached its apex. My legs began to melt down and weave across eternity, puncturing through all that dared obstruct their conquest. And thus, my existence bore its roots deep into the very structure of the universe I had now become one with.

In that moment of absolute euphoria, I had become of an elevated existence.

It was then, that a twisted being began to draw near. Though at the present time, I was unable to see, my sixth sense had awakened in full force, and as such, my vision was far clearer than mere eyes could ever hope to perceive. I found myself alert in the face of an approaching adversary.

A grotesque mutant of incomprehensible stature cast a deep shadow above my exalted existence, bringing the night to the paradise of my mind. I felt the face of the terror involuntarily twisting into a wicked crescent grin when the cursed green hand of the malformed beast reached out to me, as though the very devil himself was now in pursuit of my newly acquired divinity.

Though my mind terrified, my soul was yet disheartened. Through my heightened consciousness, I began to channel the arcane powers, abundant in the space that held me in its embrace, to combat the impending doom, which now threatened my very existence. The universe echoed the silent screams of my helpless plea, but of what followed, I do not know of, as even the perception of my sixth sense began to falter in the answer of the cosmos.

Endless clouds of cosmic dust came forth, immersing all in their purifying clutches. Both myself and the demon. The cradle of the galactic spores, however, brought but comfort to me, yet when faced with the very same onslaught of stellar energy, the demon roared out a disoriented and deathly shriek. I trembled, as the hideous wail rippled through my transcendent tranquility. 

Though the words clouding my mind were left unuttered, my mute prayers found themselves answered. The twisted, imperfect being, that had laid its bloodshot eyes on me, began to topple. The shadow it had cast over me, no longer persisted, and colors made their triumphant return to the realm of my imagination.

The carcass of the gargantuan now laid down lifeless on the soil which my ever expanding existence had already established as its rightful territory. Its tainted spirit began fading out of existence in an attempt to join the cycle of life and death once more, but with forces extrasensory, my existence acted in retribution, bringing justice to the corrupt soul.

An abundance of the very essence of life itself began to flow towards me. As though dancing flames, shapeless and careless, without design, yet as though flowing water all the same, heavy and substantial, taking form in accordance to influences of external origin.

Vitality, embodied by forces of arcane, shifting through the vibrant colors expressed in excess, as within the deepest depths of my very mind itself, drifted inwards through the graceful roots of my very existence, woven across the lands of eternity. The forces of malice, which desperately tried to rid me of my life, had now but reinforced it. Light pierced through into my consciousness, bathing me in its warmth. 

【Absorbed: Goblin Soul – Quality: Inferior】

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