Something is trying very hard to make either friends or enemies with me—I don't know which—and has been for about a week. It's trying to the extend that I'm now shitting biofilms. I can't help wondering whether this is some kind of Anne McCaffrey-style Transition.
The comparison is fitting as symbionts are certainly involved, whether they turn out to be friendly or not. It also feels as if I've been taken to an alien planet. There are few breaks, but it's exciting enough for me to stay, rather than run.
Perhaps it's worth remembering that—in the case of the Crystal Singer universe—there was no way off-world.
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