The Voice b> falls silent for a while, and as more bits of your intellect knit together, you find yourself becoming aware of your surrounds. “Colors” and “shapes” resolve into, uh, colorful shapes you have no terms for, things towering and dense in all directions. Voices and aromas bubble up from every angle. It’s dizzying.
The light warms your body, the breeze tousles your mane, your muscles flex and unflex, and like a little tiny tickle, a voice up in you ventures, Hey, maybe this is better than not being. Though on second thought, frankly, it’s still kind of a toss-up.
“OKAY I GOT IT: YOU CAN NAME STUFF, ALL THE STUFF I THOUGHT OF THAT NEEDS NAMES LIKE BEASTS AND ET CETERA, AND I DON’T WANT TO ACCIDENTALLY DREDGE MORE STUFF UP OUT OF MY MIND AND INTO THE WORLD, I Entail HELL LOOK HOW MUCH STUFF THERE IS TO BEGIN WITH, SO GET OUT THERE CHAMP GO GO ON GET INTO IT.”