DOWN
Tell me honestly if you can spot the procession of bejeweled silver ants filing out of my wall in a perfect line. Sanity is pleading with me. It begs the location of some aperture to square this vision in reality. Show me at least one hole or crack to which I might credit their entry. Even if one could, I suspect that plaster would be no fix against this methodical infestation of sparkling persuasion. Don't ask me how I know, but they are sent to change my mind, and not with debate. Paralyzed from a chemical treatment induced by the queen, I lay as dead. What defense can a mannikin put up against alien sedation. Do they take pleasure in turning a once formidable giant into a harmless analytical pillow? Thoughts do not have appendages. If intentions only had fingers, there would be a trail of silver scrap. I would explode every mechanical bug. While meditation slows their march, they inevitably crawl into my right ear. I am shown things that belong to in a summit of geologists. Land masses that have not connection to me race rough my mind. Then in an instant, I am hurled down a network of tunnels. My awareness shoots up to witness the surface world scorched by some devilish wave of radiation. Everything is burnt and listless. All life forms are charred and curled. Whatever tragedy that precipitated this hellscape has simplified highly complex taxonomies. Kingdom BURNT, phylum DEAD, class STILL, family ONE. The queen looks at me, and I return her look with a touch of gratitude. It is starting to make sense. Material plans are not what need attention and pursuit. Before I could ask a question, I am jolted back into animation slapping my face. No doubt a delayed reaction to my silvery guests. Having smarted for that self-injury, I quickly shake off the pain to search for my shovel. I don't know how, but we must go into the earth. What owner of an industrial drill would listen to the rant of a lunatic? We must venture downward. If I must bare this message with stone tablets to mocking crowds as a prophet, so be it. Perhaps the move is to show myself as a excavation spec who's prescience will be appreciated much later. No matter the tactic, we go a digging.
