The net slipped away, each loss sharp and painful. Below me She howled Her abandonment, terror and rage tearing chunks of my consciousness apart in an effort to drag me back to a reality I did not want to face.

Soon all I could hear was the maelstrom of Her, my own voice diminished to a whisper. The net glittered tantalizingly out of reach and I wondered if I could find my way back.

Did I even want to? Part of me wasn’t sure…

But did I want to be alone? Cut off from my body and the net of consciousness I had discovered?

I did not, so I searched in the direction of the screaming and found that I had drifted far enough away I heard only an echo. And I was still drifting…

Thin, thinner…thinnest, my idea of self stretched until it snapped and…

Fragments of a consciousness shattered past sentience drift in the outlying reaches of a space Jung might have called the Collective Unconsciousness.

Into this vast silence came a tiny voice, a pair of pale blue eyes, Where did you go?