[Dream][Week 7, Day 4] You are the blade.
Having a knife in the water is the same thing as becoming a shark. Both are triangular and sharp. Pointed. Maybe serrated, giving the shark and the knife more geometry.
Your teeth: they grow. More and more, all ready to fall out and grow again. Your tongue is useless. Your fingers have no meaning in the open sea, so you cut them away, shifting away so a new blade emerges. A knife meant to guide the body. Your legs stick together. Become another knife: a knife that propels the body.
Your skin becomes tiny sharp teeth. A scrape of unprotected skin, and blood comes. The purpose to everything is to cut.
Your head flattens and stretches. Your eyes are better now, in this endless blue of the sea.
More importantly: you feel life all around you. Electricity.
It spreads.
It consumes.
You feel it around, and you eat it alive. You feel it too: down inside, all cold, all throbbing and hot and all power.
Move. Move. Move. Where is prey? Not here. Again, you feel the blue - the universe - around you. Find it. Find the prey. Kill it. Where is it?
You are the blue blade in the water.
Your tail is your tail. Swing it left and right, moving forward, always forward, that is the direction one must go. Just go. Find it. You are hungry. You taste the energy. You want it. You can't find it. Go. Go. Go. Go.
Kill.
There! Movement. Kill it. It's prey. The weak power - it's yours. Mine. No. It's just prey. Kill it. Eat it. Tear it apart with knives. There it is. Close it in. Closer, closer, hunger mounting, it is not a blade, it is flat and weak and
red.
Madness. Briefly. Flail around. Bite harder. The prey is dying. Eat it. Move your jaw. Swallow and then -
you move along.
To find more food.
To find more to cut.
Kill it.
Find it.
Eat it.
And then go on as a blade can last in this dark universe.
[When the Hitomi is turned on, Marco doesn't wake up. He is still and then eventually, the Hitomi is shut off.]
Your teeth: they grow. More and more, all ready to fall out and grow again. Your tongue is useless. Your fingers have no meaning in the open sea, so you cut them away, shifting away so a new blade emerges. A knife meant to guide the body. Your legs stick together. Become another knife: a knife that propels the body.
Your skin becomes tiny sharp teeth. A scrape of unprotected skin, and blood comes. The purpose to everything is to cut.
Your head flattens and stretches. Your eyes are better now, in this endless blue of the sea.
More importantly: you feel life all around you. Electricity.
It spreads.
It consumes.
You feel it around, and you eat it alive. You feel it too: down inside, all cold, all throbbing and hot and all power.
Move. Move. Move. Where is prey? Not here. Again, you feel the blue - the universe - around you. Find it. Find the prey. Kill it. Where is it?
You are the blue blade in the water.
Your tail is your tail. Swing it left and right, moving forward, always forward, that is the direction one must go. Just go. Find it. You are hungry. You taste the energy. You want it. You can't find it. Go. Go. Go. Go.
Kill.
There! Movement. Kill it. It's prey. The weak power - it's yours. Mine. No. It's just prey. Kill it. Eat it. Tear it apart with knives. There it is. Close it in. Closer, closer, hunger mounting, it is not a blade, it is flat and weak and
red.
Madness. Briefly. Flail around. Bite harder. The prey is dying. Eat it. Move your jaw. Swallow and then -
you move along.
To find more food.
To find more to cut.
Kill it.
Find it.
Eat it.
And then go on as a blade can last in this dark universe.
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[When the Hitomi is turned on, Marco doesn't wake up. He is still and then eventually, the Hitomi is shut off.]