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[...This is my story, and how it begins...]
Vacuity. Barren vacuity is here. I cannot see or hear.
[???] "Heh ... Hello? Hellooooo? Anyone awake in there ...? Hey! Come on, get up to order already, snoozehead! We got work to do."
As I lie in the enrapturing corners of my own headspace, I hear a voice in my head. A Low pitched, yet spry tone speaking to me in the void. I could not look up or down to locate them, or twist my head or even move my own hand. That was not how it worked when I was like this...
Yet, the image of that all too familiar figure stared me in my "eyes", and I looked back, giving him the confirmation of my attention, to which he seemed pleased. And as he deigned to, I was reminded as always.
[???] "Phew-wee. Good, good. Now that I got your full attention, allow me to go over this with you again. And try not to forget this time, okay?"
[///] "I'm [Majordomo]. I'm your subconscious."
[MAJORDOMO] "Let me put it to you this way. You've got a special quality about you that lets you talk to your own subconscious, nobody else does. I inhabit your head, y'know? I can always linger there in the corner of your eye, keeping you company. I'll even vex you with my own personality. Because that's something neither of us can explain. Basically, I'm here with you, along the way. We're a coin with two sides. Only you can see me. Nobody else out there can see me, or talk to me."
[MAJORDOMO] "Alright, so, first thing is first. Everything I have to offer you? Cannot be advice, sweetie. I only exist to offer you... suggestions. Or, more explicitly, suggestive whim. Or actions made on a whim. Whenever you get that "gut feeling" down there or you feel like your "heart's speaking to you", that's me! Hahaha, yep. I'm in there sending those one way signals. I guestimate the most accurate way you can describe me is being like... the side of you that wants to solve problems by just soldiering on into it headfirst like a trooper and going WHAM! BAM! WHACK! Rowdy dow. You're seeing this now?"
'Mhm.'
All I offered back was a slight nod as I listened to my Majordomo. And I could see what he means.
He really was my brashness, and audacity. Perfectly represented as that side of me by wearing the fitting image of a bull, with horns and a broad head. He was the part of me that wanted to rage as that beast through a shop of fine dinnerware. Though, he was small, really. In essence, typical of my restraint over myself.
