Wings of Decomposition II: Other Cocoons
The first sign was not pain. Not fever. Not fear.
It was a sound.
flap... flap... flap...
A sound that did not come from outside. It came from inside. Inside the head. Inside everyone.
The protagonist discovered he was not alone. The thing that was born in another body, in another house, has now spread. People begin to see winged shadows behind themselves. The smell of decomposition is no longer private - it is in the entire city. And in the sky, dark shapes begin to descend.
This is not merely a contagion. It is a synchronization. A collective opening. Every soul has a size. And the souls are growing. When they grow enough, they will no longer fit inside the bodies that house them.
And then...
They will come out.
The world will not end. It will merely begin again. In the right rhythm.
Have you heard the sound yet?
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