The kimeti stirred within the confines of its sac, uncomfortable. Something was different, something was changing.
She opened her eyes and saw:
Angry, swirling clouds careening madly through the sky, and she chased them. Thunder clapped and lightning struck down towards the earth below. Oh, how she longed to be upon one of those lightning flashes!
She blinks, and upon opening her eyes:
She had become one of the erratically falling strips of light, just as she had been one of the black clouds not a moment before. Hitting the ground soundlessly, she dared not breathe, waiting for her exit. There! Thunder boomed a ways off signaling her release, and she was free once more.
Once more, she blinks:
This time, she was the wind, caressing the trees as it flit through. Effortlessly, she flew up over the hills and down into the valleys. This was nice! Gliding over the earth with no worries and no ties...but the terrain began to change.
The rolling green hills become mossy swamps. These had their own beauty, one a bit twisted and obscured. She could look past the mud and muck, and see the life thriving beneath.
This was home. She didn't know how she knew, but she did.
At this point, she was desperately trying not to blink, wanting to see more of this endearing swamp.
The wind continued on it's way, winding through mangrove roots and avoiding the powerful snaps of the crocodiles. Past that, there were trees. Beautiful trees with plenty of wildlife in and below their branches. But this too changed. They became thinner and further apart, until it became a barren land.
Eyes beyond tearing, the kimeti had to blink:
She was low. Low to the ground and scampering. As a rat, she made her way into this wasteland. Here and there bones lay scattered, stuck in the soft ground.
Death had crossed here.
More and more bones could be seen as she moved forwards, until there was no doubt that a tragedy had struck here.
The rat came face-to-face with an especially large skull and stopped to inspect it. The wind, whom she had been moments earlier, whistled its way through this graveyard, headed straight for the rat. Instead, it wrapped around it and made its way into the skull. As the rat, the kimeti tilted her head, perking up her ears to listen and held her breath. When she focused, she could hear the wind winding its way through the pearly white skeleton before her, replaying its last whisper.
