'So, ether was the problem,' I thought, silently assessing the situation I was in.
Food would soon become an issue. Sustenance was impossible here. I couldn't exactly forage in a world where the very air distorted reality. Even if there was something resembling food, consuming it risked twisting me into some malformed husk, a grotesque parody of myself. I had no intention of becoming a deformed organism, no matter how desperate I got.
And eating the creatures here? That was laughable, similar to food. Whatever etheric properties pumped through their bodies could easily seep into mine, rewriting me from the inside out. That option was out, too. Better to starve than mutate into something unrecognizable.
"Don't think too much, you should go back."
The speaker head's voice cleaved through my thoughts, snapping me back to the moment.
