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The Transformation Of Material Things

Summary:

Dave awakes in a comforting place. Nepeta awakes in a place that is quite the opposite. A butterfly flaps its wings gently in the breeze.

Chapter 1: => Be Nepeta.

Notes:

i know hardly anything about taoism. i just thought the parable is beautiful and i think about it often
sorry the chapters so short! i just had to write something >w<

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Dave felt warm. He snuggled into the softness. It was nice. He breathed in, and it smelled like an odd mix of animal and blood. As disturbing as part of his mind found it, another part just wanted to lean in more. He pressed his face into the surface, and it was almost like he could hear a faint BAdump DAdump BAdump on the inside. There was also a soothing rumbling that seemed to suround him, filling him with contentment and joy. Everything was right in the world.

Slowly, he cracked his eyes open. White. The color filled his limited vision, and he was half-tempted to simply drift off into unconsciousness once more. But something was off. Forcing himself back, he almost jumped at what was next to him. A big cat. Bigger than any he’d ever seen. And it was just lying there, curled around where he had previously been laying. Then, as if it had sensed him moving, Dave could only watch as it lazily opened its eyes and yawned... with its head now up from being tucked behind its paws, dave could see that it had TWO MOUTHES. He made a startled noise, and it turned and looked straight at him.

Before he could react, the big cat was simply pressing itself into Dave. It purred, and the same feeling of contentment poured back into him. It was tempting to just sit there. But the whole thing was surreal. This... creature was next to him. Dave wanted to believe that this was just a nice dream that he would be startled awake from in a second, but it just felt so... REAL. More real than anything else at the moment. In fact, he was tempted to just stay in this moment forever, to lean into the giant cat and just close his eyes and just be.

Absentmindedly, Dave remembered an old chinese proverb that Bro had once read to him. Something about a butterfly. But all of that seemed so distant, so... fake. It was hard to focus on anything besides the compulsion to just go back to sleep. To lie down. To rest. Despite his better judgement, and that part of himself screaming to get up and figure out what the fuck was happening, he simply let himself drift off. In his minds eye, he saw that butterfly from the proverb, simply free and fluttering all over. It was calming, and he let himself drift off once more into the realm of the unconscious.

Notes:

"Once upon a time, I, Zhuangzi, dreamt I was a butterfly, fluttering hither and thither, to all intents and purposes a butterfly. I was conscious only of my happiness as a butterfly, unaware that I was Zhuangzi. Soon I awakened, and there I was, veritably myself again. Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly, dreaming I am a man. Between a man and a butterfly there is necessarily a distinction. The transition is called the transformation of material things." -Zhuangzi (Chuang-tzu), translated by Lin Yutang