She Wolf
Looking back at the Creator, I saw that she was looking forward, frowning, whispering something without interruption and directing the streams, like jets, which are now pouring into me at different angles.
From the hands of the priest and the second man, similar, transparent streams poured into my body, only with an admixture of golden threads. I could not stand it and screamed when a black liquid, similar to resin, saturated with gray patches, splashed out of my body.
Splashed out and scattered in space. But the Creator did not stop, continuing to pour in the flow of the same energy, as if washing away the remnants of muck.
Sikat na Kabanata