sorry times infinity

You blink, and you realize you're farther above the ground than you've ever been before. You feel drawn to move and, by the thrumming of your wings, it happens. Wait- your... wings? Yes, your wings, you remember now. You buzz happily, your body lighting up blue. The blue is new, you recollect, but you are still you and will remain you whether you glow warm or cool tones. You fly to the edge of a large rock and rest in the soft mosses that cling to its side. Your friend, a roly-poly crawls past, disturbing only the smallest droplets of glowing dew. Another friend, the worm- one of many- peers out. He snakes around, chewing at the moss. He is trying to get bigger, he says, stronger too. You flash your lights at him encouragingly before taking flight once more. Where will you go, you wonder, but it doesn't matter- in the never-ending light, you're always home.

You blink again, and you remember you are a wolf, not a firefly. What a strange and unfleshed thought.