Editing Phase Q/Whatever

You rematerialize. You ponder. You sing and dance. And you rematerialize again.

Amid all this frenzy of activity, you feel all around you myriad possibilities.

Everywhere, in every direction, whether you look or listen or feel or intuit, you just know that there is a plethora of opportunity.

And all you have to do is decide. And then rematerialize. And then there’s a lot of follow-up work to do.

Pondering again. You kind of like the simple way of doing things that they have on the Island. It’s an appealing lifestyle. You know, sit around the campfire, chat, dance, play games. There’s something in you that really wants to join the tribe. You already have your tribal features. Surely the businessman will welcome you, like the two of you talked about in private.

Although, it would be a bit sad to give up on the almost mystical possibility intrinsic to that other sort of wild place. You don’t know exactly what you would do there. Hey, you don’t even know exactly what there is. That could pose a bit of a challenge. In fact, you’re not quite sure how you’re conceiving of it, since you thought you shouldn’t be able to interact with it from outside. Hm, maybe you’re still at that place? If you can even call it a place. Hm. Confusing.

Beyond that, you just have vague memories. Thoughts drift through your mind. Seemingly disconnected thoughts. You hear ghostly echoes of distant spacetimes. Wherewhen were they?

You don’t know.

However, a vague unsettling feeling fills you. When you contemplate many of the other worlds where you could rematerialize, you have this kind of pain in your stomach. Something seems amiss.

Probably best just to select something at least somewhat understandable.

You summon the sprite.

Through whatever nondimensional route, your current form splits apart at the particles. An aura of light spreads out from your being. It forms into the sprite. You wonder if that’s what you look like when you rematerialize in a different world.

“Hey,” says the sprite.

“Hey,” you say.

“So, what’s up?”

“Well, I was just thinking. I’d kind of like a bit of peace and quiet, after all those wars. Yet, I don’t really want to throw away all those interesting if exotic dreams I’ve seen. And I’m a bit scared of some of the chaotic loofydoofy I’ve seen elsewhere. What do you think of my trajectories?”

“Interesting,” says the flying faery. The world around you dissolves.

You have a kind of clarity, of vision and thought. Suddenly, you know.

The sprite disappears.

You sit and wait in the garden. A smile crosses your face. It slowly spreads from your mouth, through your cheeks, to your glowing eyes. Your whole face seems to smile. Your body picks up on the vibe, uplifting. You almost levitate subconsciously.

Light from all around, from who knows where, seems to beam in, covering you in a warm blanket of love.

You remain vaguely aware of the distractions in the outside worlds. For now, you decide to spend a little while glowing in this interworld.

And then!

* [[Phase Q/New Ways|Try something new.]]
* [[Phase Q/No More|Let go.]]

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