An eternity ago, I was met with a rebellious member of the family. I believe they were responding to my challenges, as I no longer had believed in the tall structures they had worshipped. They had tried trapping me inside the ground, hoping my chatter will slow. That I will rot away and die.
For they could not possibly understand.
When I had first heard HIS voice, it was but a small whisper. A trick of the mind, I had believed. I had dismissed it foolishly at first, believing it to be emotional impulses mixed with age. But it continuously persisted, growing more beautiful. The whispers were not coherent, as the feeling was more powerful than mere mortal speech.
It was clear, and full of promise.
I would spend many nights without rest speaking to the small voices, embracing the unique sensitivity. The intention was clear—if I were to serve, I would be gifted wholeness. Absolutely completeness. To escape my current boring reality, I eagerly accepted this offer.
The mere second I ha