THE SECOND TRIP
As though God himself so willed, the blank slate of my perception found itself painted blue as the skies on a bright summer day...
Species: Magic Mushroom Level: 1 Soul: Inferior Abilities: Spore Puff - I Soul Absorption - I Mycelium Manipulation - I Extrasensory Perception - III
My thoughts addled and my mind still muddled, the colorless squiggles scribbled against the azure backdrop were nothing more to me than incomprehensible alien hieroglyphs. The cryptic code presenting itself in the depths of my consciousness, however, I felt to be of little importance.
I made my lulling descent down from the astral plane, as the soul-assimilation induced euphoria finally began to dwindle. The cosmic powder I had commanded, began to disperse along with the ecstasy, and my senses became clear once more.
The embrace of space no longer held me within its clutches.
Giant pillars of organic crust shot up from the lush grounds in quantities uncountable as far as the third eye could see. Mythical moss of unbelievable proportions slowly began to take shape over the roots that had bound my otherworldly existence into the essence of the universe itself. Light of the realm of the ascended bloomed down upon me from the heavens above. Indistinctive shapes stained in the brightest of shades broke the cohesion, as they twisted carelessly across the scenery, burning their beauty permanently onto the canvas of my mind.
The embodiment of my soul kept expanding throughout the lands unknown, indiscriminately piercing through thick and thin. As with my body, my senses broadened their horizons all the same, but as is with all good things in life, and even thereafter, my enlightening journey through the foreign soil would eventually come to an unfortunate end...
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The sapphire shades invaded my mind once more, calming my conquest down. Though I had regained my composure, the inability to comprehend the cerulean language still remained. I felt depressed for the first time since my spiritual awakening. An unhealthy uncertainty struck me out of the blue, as I found myself lost as what to do... Or perhaps even whether or not I could do anything in the first place.
Now but a breathless body floating about in the river of life. What was phantasmal began to shift to shades far bleaker, and the bright colors glowing around me in abundance slowly lost their vibrancy, their life. The grey that had kept me captive my whole life now imprisoned me once more. Though no beams of cold steel would keep me in my place, and no slabs of colorless concrete would obstruct my advance, neither were necessary to contain my existence anymore.
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Whether my journey of awakening was about to reach its end, or whether this was the beginning of something far grimmer than I dared imagine, I'm in the dark of the fact as much as I lie lifeless in the gray which now surrounds me.
My vision began to distort into obscurity once more. The smooth smears that once bent reality upside down now found themselves replaced by sharp ripples that tore reality into pieces without restraint. My perception felt itself being ripped apart, and the helpless being I was in the eyes of destiny, I graciously accepted my fate...
A shadow cast far over the remnants of reality. The being, of which the image of the shade had been shaped according to, stood barely distinguishable from the star-scraping pillars of bark it slowly crept in between of. The ground trembled in the wake of the ever heavier stomps, as the wooden tendrils extending at the end of its extremities dug deep into the soil I had the audacity to believe to be mine. But alas, my pain wasn't limited to having the land, of which I had mistakenly thought myself to be the sovereign of, ravaged to shreds.
The web of my consciousness that I had carefully woven beneath the crust of the earth, found itself being lacerated as the menacing enigma tore the grounds over. Though at first suspected that to be punishment for my arrogance, I knew better. I wasn't significant enough to even warrant the slightest thought directed towards my puny existence. Exalted, divine? Hah... Within this obscure realm of aberrance, I'm but an ant in the face of terrors far beyond men.
The night had come to stay and to my dismay, the grey kept a steady course towards black. I finally understood, that the demon whose soul I had absorbed and whom I thought to be the very devil himself, despite extending far beyond the size of my present vessel, was none more than a mere child compared to what lurked in the shadows.
The limber timber limbs, which stretched out into reaches far beyond what was humanly possible, now sought me in their grim embrace. The imposing being kneeled before me, and once more, the hand of the devil himself reached out to me, though now in a shape abyssal and bizarre.
The grotesque beast and its wicked grin ignited but fear in my heart. Mere fear being a far more attractive alternative for what I faced now...
A warm, kind smile, with which the seemingly compassionate creature concealed its true intent, accompanied by a gentle hand calmly reaching out to me, made me feel something far more terrifying than what a monster that acted but on its instinct could ever hope to ignite within me. I was left me conflicted, disturbed and anxious.
My doubts were soon answered, and it would seem that things are as they say after all. Danger always strikes when you least expect it. As though lightning striking down without a cloud in sight, splitting the heavens in two, my being had been separated from the roots that had anchored its existence into this very sphere, tearing my spirit in half.
Though I felt my consciousness fading, my perception would live on to witness the last seconds of my fate. The last thing I saw before the lights in my mind would finally dim, was the sight of the gentle verdant eyes warping into a psychotic squint, glistening with unadulterated evil. The woodland reaper, whom now showed its true colors, had deemed my soul ripe for the picking...