The mushroom soup left an acrid taste in your mouth and an unpleasant twitching sensation in your hands that made you wonder for a while if you might be allergic until the dark dots began to appear. At first you thought it might be new moles or even a rash that gradually spread until you were soon covered in a constellation of deep brown freckle-like spots.
The doctor said they were nothing unusual, only to keep an eye on them and see if they start to clump together or grow at all. He didn't say anything about them moving... which is precisely what began to happen. It looked like a trick of the light at first, shadows playing tricks on you until you started to feel them moving underneath your skin.
The voices came soon after that, thousands upon thousands of them (one for every spot, as you counted and compared later on) and they all told you that they must be dug out and planted. They needed to be given back the the earth, to grow and spread further than you.
You didn't know it at the time but they were spores. They were the beginning of something so much greater than you, a mind so vast it couldn't limit itself to one voice, one forest, one single mushroom. It needed to be gifted to the world and you were one of many blessed vassals that contained its children.
All it would take is a trip abroad to a bustling area, a little slip of a knife and they'd all be free.
They would become another voice among the spores.
You'd never felt luckier.
The doctor said they were nothing unusual, only to keep an eye on them and see if they start to clump together or grow at all. He didn't say anything about them moving... which is precisely what began to happen. It looked like a trick of the light at first, shadows playing tricks on you until you started to feel them moving underneath your skin.
The voices came soon after that, thousands upon thousands of them (one for every spot, as you counted and compared later on) and they all told you that they must be dug out and planted. They needed to be given back the the earth, to grow and spread further than you.
You didn't know it at the time but they were spores. They were the beginning of something so much greater than you, a mind so vast it couldn't limit itself to one voice, one forest, one single mushroom. It needed to be gifted to the world and you were one of many blessed vassals that contained its children.
All it would take is a trip abroad to a bustling area, a little slip of a knife and they'd all be free.
They would become another voice among the spores.
You'd never felt luckier.
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