The memories are a swarm that I cannot comprehend. Not anymore, now that the intoxicating sensitivity of the umbral honey is fading. But I remember the feeling of being spread through that brilliant network. The lace. It was like there was nothing to me at all, no body, no weight. I danced with the fluidity of thought, arcing like light between the small windows of other worlds. I felt all of them with the rich, casual certainty that they were mine.
