He turned to something that felt like liquid. Felt like geometry. His voice crystallised into abstract meanings that could last forever. If forever was ever a concept.
Everything was fine though. Everything flowed like a pink river through Grand Canyons of possibilities. He remembered everything like a blind white owl.
He remembered his life back when he found magic or magic found him. He remembered his yearning in the heart that beats close by. He wanted more. Needed more. It's the trope of all fools, he thought, to want more from something that is endless.
He remembered he visited her in a secret sacred poppy filled grove. Her of the eternal green of earth and soil of sand and milk. Of honey and good school boy grammar.
Onward he then flowed passed whispering atoms that begged to be heard. Across savannahs of dusty fungi. On and on he flowed like a walkabout song. Through crystal rocks that hissed with the pressure of shifting plates. He was becoming more than what he thought more was.
This flowing odyssey was rippling his soul like a peacock's feather. Things weren't getting more confusing. Things were making more sense. The tsunami of his being gathered pace and threw him into the womb's presence of she who must be obeyed.
Mama.
She knew everything as he finally cried his heart out to her. His despair, his longings, his loneliness. The confession was needed. So that she could sooth his raw emotions and cradle the child that lies in all men's hearts. The fear fell away from him and was replayed with a simple question.
What do we do?
Wraith blinked twice and woke. He stood up and went to the kitchen for a glass of water.
"Hey." Hex said causally as he stared aimlessly into the fridge. He had worked out that if he jumped and flicked his back legs at the fridge handle it would open.
Wraith rubbed the back of his neck. He felt drained and slightly woozy. He noticed his voice sounded hoarse when he spoke. "How long was I asleep for?"
"Uh?" Hex looked confused. "How long?"
"Yes. How long?" Wraith had never felt so spaced out, his hands shook as he filled the glass.
Hex jumped up to one of the shelves and grabbed a leg of chicken. He plopped back down and said before gulping it down. "About 10 seconds."
Wraith spat a bit of water out of his dry mouth. To him it felt like hours maybe even days. His whole body fell drained with sleep.
"So was the visit worth it?" Hex asked he could tell something was up with Wraith. Something he couldn't quite work out.
"Visit." Wraith mumbled. His mind still felt like it was in a duvet daze.
"Damn." Hex snorted. "I think you need to have a cold shower or something. Wakey wakey boss, rise and shine."
Wraith dropped his glass of water as he suddenly remembered how his mother had been there for him. He remembered her loving caress and words of comfort.
She had no answers for him for the fate of the world was always held in the actions of mankind. But it was enough to put the fire back into his belly and blow away the doubt.
He shook his head and felt calm a weight had come off his shoulders. His mother had simply been there for him in his hour of need.
"Yes, it was worth the visit. She always is." Wraith replied.
Hex spied him. "You really are crazy boss." And trotted off to find more chicken.
Wraith didn't care how stupid it sounded. It was true, ask any orphan.