Spiritual Seed Awakening - Chapter 2

I wake up and immediately notice that I now am free of my formless body. I quickly try to recall my memories. I am met with a hazy disorganized recollection of memories. I laugh out if only in my mind.

After making sure I still had my memories, I start to explore this new body. As I examine my new body, I try and put together what happened before. I remember struggling to survive. Then something about a soul devouring tree, and escaping. Who knows what that was, but this new body is odd.

It’s different from the “body” before I passed out, and my human form. I think that “body” in the void was my soul. This body is definitely physical, but does not have eyes, and anything that feels like arms or legs. I have a weak sensation of touch I think. I can’t say for sure, but I feel something.

I am not how to describe the feeling. I’ll forget it for now, and focus on exploring this strange body. It’s not a human, but it’s better than a memory wipe. I keep exploring this strange body, and discover that I seem to be a seed. Like in kindergarten, when we had to put those seeds in a cup, and then only mine grew, I remember smugly.

The only difference being that this seed seem to be riddled with problems.The first issue with the seed body is it’s lack of a store of energy needed for growth. The second issue is more pressing being is my human soul Is a bit too much for this starved and damaged body. It feels like being stuffed in a old shoe box, but that will not immediately kill me I feel.

The damage to the seed does not seem too bad though as I first thought. The anatomy of the seed seems more complex after examining it for injury. The seed coat is covered in green runes. They are dull, and blend into the dark black seed. There are some dents, but the runes seems mostly intact. The structures in the seed are much more extraordinary than appearances would lead most to believe.

There are vein like channels that lead to a small crystal core in the middle of this body. It’s small, and in the core is a blurry figure. I focus on the figure. It’s a baby floating in the dark green crystal. It looks as if it’s breathing. This is scary, and freaks me out, but my mind is clam.

The idea that I should be freaking out right now feels about right, but it’s not what I do. I feel calm, hungry, and notice that the baby in the core look similar to my past self as a baby from the memories. The only difference is a small gem like third eye. It’s not open, but it looks beautiful. Similarly to people who have six fingers on both hands that all are fully functional. This unique feature only adds an ethereal sense of beauty that makes it appear as if others are defective in their lack of such features. This could just be my own taste, but I think it’s a cute baby. After admiring the magic baby in my seed crystal, I notice that I’m using my soul to examine my self.

I am shocked I still have control over my soul. It feels natural. I move my soul on instinct like eyes to “look” more at my body. My soul gives me a greater sense of vision then my eyes ever have. I try maneuvering my soul to look at the baby in the core since I sense a familiar feeling. I think that’s me. The baby in core I mean. How do I know that? Instinct, but hay, they got me this far. I believe that’s me, and this feeling should make a normal “person” go crazy, but I remain calm and further examine myself. I don’t know what’s going on, or how I can “see” myself as a magical seed baby. I just do. I accept it.

My main concern is where am I, and is it safe. I channel my soul like “eyes” to “look” around in a panic. It’s less of sight in a traditional sense, and me spreading my soul around my body. Anything in the cloud like embrace of my soul can be perceived by me in a way. It seem easy to move my soul around my body, but difficult to extend it outside of my body. I try focusing my soul to expand outside my body. This seems to relive a invisible pressure, but the act of doing so is strenuous. I am then rewarded by sight outside of my body. It’s not far, but I am able to see mostly dirt, and rocks.

My vision is limited to what I can “see” in the area my soul covers. I still feel a sense of danger, and keep on guard, I need to use my time wisely. I maintain my “eyes” as I split a portion of my mind to work on something else. It feels natural, and does put much of a strain on my me. I try hard all “day” that if makes sense to use my soul to create different shapes while checking for danger. I have not let down my guard, but my favorite are shape to create is that of a sheep.

I think it’s cute to make the sheep jump over the baby in my core like it’s just in a dream. Like I’ll wake up from all of this. I keep trying new shapes, and expanding my control over how I use my soul. It’s tiring work. I was able to make knives, thread, and many other complex shapes. I don’t know how much longer I did this soul manipulation practice, but I never let down my guard. I notice the baby in the core has grown bigger, maybe it’s my imagination, but I begin to feel sleepy. I retract most of the soul back into my body, as I lose consciousness, but I maintain a weak area around myself begin to sleep