Legion

I'm a thousand different people, in a thousand different worlds.

Right now, as I write this, sitting in my room, I can shift my mind from side to side, and reach out to touch another one of me...

Right now there's one of me who lives in hell, and he's trapped in a cell. He's considering making a break for it, but he doesn't know if his demonic jailors are below his cell, lying in wait. However, he wears shackles lined with runes, and they can speak a few words and recall him in a moment. Any attempt at escapes is an exercise in futility. His shackles feel so heavy, sometimes...

Another me lives in heaven, and she's dancing in her tower, high above a palace of crystal and glass. She's content to dance in her room, for now, but she's excited to go down and play with the others she lives with. She might watch an anime, win a game, or even just sit and chat. Or she might hug everyone, and go back to dancing in her room...

There's a third me, and s/he lives in an immense forest, dark green shadows below. His/her home is a clearing, trees so clustered around it they make a wall, branches meeting high above to form a ceiling. S/he's pacing up and down, preparing to hunt. S/he's hungry. S/he's always hungry...

Yet another me lives in a gray, dead world. The horizon stretches away, covered in ash, dotted with crypts, graves and electrical towers. The sky is overcast, lit by lightning, and an omnipresent glow. The me there sleeps peacefully, on a slab of granite carved with glowing lines. It might wake up in a day, a year, a century. Then, it'll go down into some neon mausoleum, where the lights pulse and the stones grind in time with its heartbeat. It might get a chance to feel, for a while. Or, it might not...

There are a more of me living stranger lives, on stranger worlds than these. They march in step, a thousand-no, a thousand-thousand strong. I see through their eyes, feel their hands, I live their lives, right alongside them. I am Legion, for I am many...