Autumn Morning

He turned off his frequencies, closed his eyes to the spectrum, drifting toward the swirling hole in the surface of the crystalline lake. From above, a single yellowed leaf detached from the towering aspen tree and fluttered down, the sharp tip spearing into his forehead, drilling itself through skin and bone, settling into his gray matter. Neurons sparked, lighting the way for the leaf, absorbing the veins and plant cells, cascading into a cloud of vivid influence.

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