Absolutely brilliant piece of writing. Keep with it….you’ll see.
The first thing I remember, after they left me, was waking up in a box. The sides of the box were clear, and I could see, through the half-dark, two white shapes gliding on padded feet to and fro, with stiff white headdresses.
Scratchy wrappings smelling of something that made my eyes water bound me tight and I grew very afraid. Then I found that I could wriggle one hand free, and soothe myself by sucking the largest one of the digits. This took away some of the fear.
After the half-light memories, I remember no more until much time had passed.
They had told me that I would not remember them, when they dropped my astral body into this receptacle, this mobile vessel that the natives here call “human.” But I do have faint recollections of my real people, mostly in the form of feelings of kinship, and an understanding…
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