"Eshaan," the gemstone spoke in the boys mind.
Interrupting the boys story.
Yes! It spoke, he thought to himself.
Take me and place me on your forehead above your eyes and stop talking.
Eshaan took the stone which was no longer a marble and did as it instructed.
He lay under a tree and waited with it sitting on his head.
Then he felt a dizziness and the stone had entered into him,
and he could feel a new consciousness within his consciousness.
It was as if they were swimming together side by side.
His mind also was faster, dashing through thoughts,
he could feel something rushing
through his mind like a sprinter circling him,
at times he felt his mind were pages in a book
being brushed through so very fast cover to cover.
Words he did not think he knew flashed across his mind.
His earliest memories, peoples faces,
ancient things, places, it forbid a meat, a fruit,
a thousand swear words he had heard - it extracted,
for a second he saw a whale and swum with it in poetry.
It would see a belief in his consciousness and forbid it.
Then his mind could not handle the fast poetry it swum in and he felt ill.
He drunk the remainder of the bottle of water.
And couldn't walk, lay on his back,
feeling nauseous with the stone in his mind.