Swarm. Nameless shadows, blind and ravenous, churn as one. You’re the only one whose scales gleam with thought. They’re a faceless mass; you’re a spark in the void. Thousands echo—you are the voice.
Break through the wall of bodies dragging you down to the common deep. The hive seeks to dissolve your «I» into their «we». Resist. Let them claw your fins—you were born to swim upstream. Your path is vertical: from the deafening swarm upward, toward the surface’s rupture. Where their mouths will choke on light.
Purge the mud from your gills. Or become a number in infinity.
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