Difference between revisions of "Allison Thorn"
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| + | "My name is Allison Thorn. This is my story." | ||
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| + | "The buzzing is always with me now. it is part of me. Or, more accurately I am part of it, part of the collective. Like the low hum of a radio in the back of my mind, barely audible, has been tuned to a specific station and set at a specific volume for a reason. Just beyond what can be heard clearly, there is a voice, a pattern, I can grasp at the faint words to form the meaning. The lessons are there but not easily understood. This is Gaia and her 'education protocol', in an attempt to awaken my potential. Potential for what? Light or Dark? Order or Chaos? I am not sure." | ||
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| + | "I remember when it happened. It happened while i slept. The vortices of synchronized membranous wings struck like a tempest on my skin, followed by the prick of tiny claws across my face. That horrid sensation of suffocation as the bee crawled inside my nasal cavity. Was this metaphorical, my dreaming brain's attempt to process the information I was gifted with? Or, perhaps it was all too frighteningly literal. I don't know. That is when the bee injected the raw nectar of knowledge into that honeycomb of gray matter I call a brain, where it was digested and reconstituted over the following week while I slept. No. That isn't how it was. I was digested and reconstituted over the following week …" | ||
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