You are done with your ordinary life, and you strain against your limits, and strain, and strain, and strain, until with a horrendous twang a string snaps, and a part of you goes dead. You feel, unexpectedly, a little thrill. Tremble and strain and three more snap; you are white-hot, triboluminescent. Your outermost beetles are buzzily numb. More and more tension, more pressure, and the void surges in to claim your edges, while the remaining <span class="mu-i">Youness</span> rushes to your center, and you feel heady— awake— aware of, not just yourself, but the world's broader fabric. You are severing from the beetles and you will be something greater. You will go somewhere better. You will live and let this world be for the people who love it and you will be with someone you love. You know none of these things at all for certain, but you believe them truly and fully, and you are full of light when you break apart at last. There is a flash of blue light and then there are beetles. And then there are no beetles at all.
The world continues.
>[END QUEST]https://youtu.be/afW7RGY-CQw?si=gGOAVWPI41JBGcxfI will post one last little thing and the Q&A prompt tomorrow when I wake up. Thanks for reading! 