This is important enough to stop the conversation right here and focus on this.magari wrote:As of right now the insects are speaking to me.
I traded with them some tools for a little assistance, but they are persistent on communicating something else.
Time, immortality, air, the fates.
This is the closest I can come to describing my next lesson.
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I have wandered and wandered and wandered. Now I hold court. I will continue to hold court until my community is self-sustainable and I there are members I can trust to continue the work.
You mentioned the fates before. It was sort of implied that you saw them in the leaves.
You're either on drugs, bugging or need to seek medical attention.
Definition of 'bugging': In the middle of a crisis in which inherent abilities are waking up quick and strong.
You do NOT need a demon or a god to talk to an insect. Period. You just fucking don't. Anyone that tells you that you do is an idiot.
So, are the bugs really talking to you or do you need to seek medical attention?