She was everything.
The memory's distant. The sensations are blurred. She remembers one thing, though: she was everything, everyone, everywhere.
Slip was born under a cloudy sky during the Time of Snows, the land shrouded in darkness. Slip is a shadow, and a shadow in darkness is an enlightened one. Her body merged with all the darkness around her—darkness spreading miles and miles, connecting with other shadows all across the Time Fields.
She felt their minds. She was one with their bodies. She could feel the bumpy, lively snow a mile in front of her, the blades of grass on the meadows and every bit of sand on either side of her, the dense kivleej behind her, and.... the rippling waves of her home.
Like tingles and pinpricks, the minds of the other shadows pulsed, rippled, buoyed, and screamed. A moment after merging, the hate, love, despair, and hope faded. There was soon only shadow.
No one else.
It wasn't quite Time of Snows just yet, however. Stars shone through the few clouds, and all the darkness was forced into crevices and under rocks and grass, only the conscious shadows withstanding the light. The clouds couldn't withstand it and the land was bathed in carnivorous light.
She had a body. Four limbs, going on forever like the meadows, nubby digits like dulled blades of grass, her face the warmest of her body, eyes and mouth like the desert's dunes, her torso was the cool snow. Her entire body swam like waves.
Oh.
Arms were wrapped around her. The arms of another shadow, another body, another mind.
Then, the first voice she ever heard, "Welcome, Slip."
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Nightfall, Call of The Stars
FantasySlip hears voices every night. She confronts them and is presented with a whole new life. (Updates weekly)