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I've made a mistake.
Amraphael Zinvi II rapped his slender fingers across the typewriter keys while starring at the blank page before him. The room was still and silent around him like a proper study should be. Every book lining the shelves stood upright, closed and dusted. The drapes were drawn so only a narrow pale sunbeam crept in through the windows. Even Zinvi's desk with its many tiny shelves and drawers was perfectly orderly.
Yet Amraphael struggled to form words. Throbbing aches rippled across the top and back of his head, creating pressure that squeezed his brain. Every thought and every movement seemed slower, as if he were wading through water.
"I'm the first ever Etherian to absorb someone else's mind into my own," Amraphael finally said aloud. Simultaneously his hands flew, attempting to keep up with typing what he was saying.
"It's an incredible experience."
It's horrifying.
"I cannot even begin to describe how much information I've learned and how many new experiences I've had, all of which would be forever lost and forgotten if I hadn't extracted Tishva's mind."
Tishva's conscious is slowly killing me, turning me insane. The line between reality and fantasy is so blurred it's practically erased!
"I'm blessed that I get to experience this and hope many more Etherians will be able to learn about our world in this manner."
I want to take all of Tishva's memories and toss them out of me but I fear it's too late. I've had his brain within me for so long that I don't know whose memories and life experiences are whose anymore.
"Papa?"
Zinvi II shuddered as a small feminine voice whispered into his right ear. It's another hallucination. Don't look... Ignore it...
A child-like hand latched onto Zinvi's knee.
Amraphael gasped, jumped up from his seat and leapt backwards away from the chair and desk. There was no one there. The only sound he heard was his own panting. He was alone.
I should have finished healing Tishva's mind before killing him. I never realized just how bad his delusions were.
Zinvi lumbered forward, his hands ready to snatch the page up and shred it to pieces, but he paused. The parchment paper was empty, completely devoid of words.
"I just... I just typed out something..."
Amraphael slowly sank into his chair, his silver eyes wide with fear, his long flowing hair unkempt with loose strands flying every which way.
"I'm losing touch with reality."
A soft knock from the other room interrupted his thoughts.
"Yes?" Zinvi called, his usual authoritative voice devoid of confidence.
