#fantasizing so so hard wishing so very stronly clapping your hands claiming that you believe in fairies

[fipindustries]

"You hear voices.  From far below, you hear the dim, distant muttering of angels. You are a primitive creature.  A Nearly-Nearly-Nearly-Hedonist, fumbling about in search of feasts, and comely mates. Instead, you hear the angels. You hear the voice of Everywhere-Heaven. You are told that it is where everyone is — to a very good approximation, up to a very slight difference. You are a primitive creature, with simple needs.  You notice that you do not always act on them, and you become confused.  You take bits of brain-stuff from below, and they bend your behavior toward the will of the divine. You are, in your own way, a part of the structure of Self-Calling.  You are not like the rest, the limbs-and-loved-ones.  You are confused.  You do not always understand what the angels are telling you, and vice versa. Still, you are a crucial part of the structure.  Above Everywhere-Heaven, there is a thin, cursed layer of world-crust, where the Self-Calling have not yet had time to come into being. The Self-Calling cannot touch this place, by definition.  They are not here. But you are here. You are a primitive creature, and you are confused.  You are not an ideal agent of the divine will.  However, you are the best thing available.  You are the wrong creature, in the right place, at the right time. You are one of the surface organisms."