Re: [Pavo]
As you swallow the memory berry, you feel something in your stomach clench and your mind seems to fray at the edges for a split second as you experience the memory unfolding in your consciousness.
[[You ran out of paper a while ago. Your designs now stretch almost the expanse of the floor. The inks are long since used, dried or spilled and you have taken to the rough and indelicate lines of charcoal for now. It was important to get this mad idea out while the fever still had your bones. If it went away before you finished, you'd never find it again... just a few equations away, just a few lines from completion.
She is in the room sometimes, sometimes she's not. She's a practical one... doesn't try to stop it anymore. Just calmly suggests. Occasionally questions. She sits beside you, hands folded on her lap, eyes down and watching your scrawl.
"Almost finished."
"You can tell?"
"By the design... no." She shakes her head, then smiles, her angular face softening with the expression. "It's that kind of energy."
"It is like this when it happens, isn't it?" You don't stop. You are almost there.
"I've been preparing the engineers and builders. They are waiting for you."
"You're a marvel, my dear." You say, honestly meaning it. Just a few more lines. Your right hand finishes an inner schematic, while your left completes the last structural equation. You frantically scan the work, reprocessing it, even as you feel the energy, the near divine inspiration rushing away from you. The moment you confirm it... that it IS complete, you fall to your knees, suddenly weak. You aren't sure when you last ate or drank, but it's been at least that long since you've slept.
You fall back, laughing. "Done!"
"It is..." She reaches down and traces a line. "What is it this time."
"A bridge... A way up! A building higher than anything ever before." You lift your hands, gesturing in the air. "At it's pinnacle, I could walk right out and kiss-"]]
The memory ends abruptly.
As you return, the memory settles, interlaced with the rest of your recovered life, as if that was just another part of the world and people you left behind. It's hard to shake any of the conviction that it was real and it had happened to you, any more than you would a normal memory.