A whisper in the breeze,
a vapor of euphoria.
The Siren of Zillion.
KITHAIRA
Just another 5 minutes. It was such a wonderful dream.
There’s really no rush to leave. Everything is so cozy, and you’re so warm. What’s the rush? Life has become too stressful. That’s what they want. A bunch of overworked and underslept worker bees staying busy. Busy bees buzzing around being busy and annoying. You’re not going to fall for it. You’re the one above it all. Nothing gets to you. Just relax and enjoy yourself. You’ll get up in just another 10 minutes.
One more hit. Just a little more is all you need. And then it will all be ok. You can put it down and make a change. It will be different now. You can make everything better. Just one more.
The last one didn’t count. It’s all going to be fine. You just need to feel good first. Just need this one last time and you’ll have the strength to be different. Then they’ll see. Everyone who doubted you will have to be sorry when they see what you do.
Just a little more. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to feel good. How do they expect you to change your life if you feel so bad all the time? It makes no sense. You just need a little—oh? Looks like you’re almost out.
Better get some more. Just in case.
Kithaira moves in and out of a person’s mind like water through a sieve. She lingers just long enough for the person to find their joy, their peace, their ecstacy, or their drunkenness, and then she floats away to watch. Seeing the person embrace their inner desire for feeling good is a special moment for Kithaira, and she gets to live out that special moment in so many ways. In the yoga studio, in the smoke-filled basement, at the bar, or at the wedding, Kithaira drifts about gently touching people with what feels like either pure electricity or pure numbness.
It’s these feelings that grab a person—that feeling of being alive and their entire brain lighting up or the feeling of drifting off and their entire brain shutting down. Whatever the feeling is, it’s not the person’s normal way of being. And when a person is sick and tired of the “normal” way of being, they’ll chase after whatever it was that made things different. Kithaira moves like a flower floating on water because she knows she doesn’t need to hurry. There’s nothing pressing, nothing urgent. Everything happens on its own time. Her people will come to her anyway. She’s chased by more people than any human can count.
But she’s counted them all—each one is special to her.
