Dajulveed.
It’s such a strange word.
You’re an idiot Spyder, of course it’s strange, it’s alien.
It’s a forgotten word. It’s a forgotten world.
Angry voices are angry. Confused voices are confused. Now that I’ve heard the name of the world, I can hear them clearer. Not that that helps me understand what they’re saying, but it makes me feel more like I’m a part of a crowd, not apart from it.
It’s a nice feeling. I think it’s the first nice feeling I’ve had since I’ve been dead.
Great, now you’re part of something in a big nothing.
It’s still better than being alone.