Emergence Metamorphosis Novels & Stories

Experience was beginning to sort itself into clusters. Lucien spoke slowly. “There is emergence of proto-objects.” Elara nodded. “Yes. Stable differentiation clusters forming persistent identity candidates.” The child looked down at his hand. “It feels like this hand is more clearly itself than before,” he said softly. Evelyn looked at him. “And does that feel like something new?” He hesitated. “It feels like it is trying to stay itself,” he said. Lucien’s gaze tightened. “So identity pressure is returning at micro-scale.” The First Existence responded.

"Stop it now." "I cannot." She looked genuinely distressed. A primordial entity expressing genuine feeling. “One thousand half-breeds were birthed at once, and delaying the process of transferring would kill you. The metamorphosis has begun to devour your soul. Disrupting it now would rip you in two internally.” I had seconds. Maybe less. To make the choice. Finish the transformation, discard Draven and everything connected with him. Or perish here under the Moon Tree attempting to clutch at an essence that was already melting.