Psi Tales: The Sun Priest & The Man of Bones

"Go, you billion-brained idiot, go!”

Previously: In the fifth week of the Great Opening, a collective entity swallowed Jonah. Now it dreams, with Jonah as its voice. The Prince and his Heathens wage a war across its dreamscape against “The Instrumentalist” – a cultural force they believe is trying to optimize away the soul of the world.

○ Opening Era: Autumn, 2026, The Dreamworld

––too much, I want to return to sleep, to my dreams, to….

Bones dangle and shake from his ears as he says to me…what? I cannot hear him, my ears are filled with the black muck of this place. It is time to go. 

I turn toward the wooden ladder in the column of light from above and I climb. I pull myself out of the dirt hole in the ground to a new place above, a dark bog at night.

Fireflies surround me on either side. I walk and the fireflies swirl forth, twirling in spirals about my arms like glowing gauntlets.

There is a blinding light; I close my eyes. When I open them, meteor bits burn like embers from the sky, descending slowly toward a hill in the distance. 

And there is the moon.