I am a stranger to this world. Alone. It has been a week since I landed here, a weary exile in search of companionship and nourishment. The planet is populated with grotesque plants and animals in staggering variety.
I found a source of food, but it was not to my taste.
It tasted of guilt and sadness and regret, and a strange, violent madness barely concealed below the surface. A charitable soul may have called what I tasted ‘consciousness’, but as I sank my tendrils into the insipid pink creature, I felt as though I was tasting pure pain.
I found a source of food, but it was not to my taste.
It tasted of guilt and sadness and regret, and a strange, violent madness barely concealed below the surface. A charitable soul may have called what I tasted ‘consciousness’, but as I sank my tendrils into the insipid pink creature, I felt as though I was tasting pure pain.
