First I think of what it’s like to be a block of clay. It must be incredibly boring being limited to the same form and place for so long. Then the sculptor walks in, perhaps today I’ll be chosen. The sculptor grabs me and without any warning, I am blasted from my world and carried off into the unknown. Never to see that quiet dark space that had been my home for so long ever again. All my past thoughts of leaving that world into a more vast domain
were now reemerging and coursing through my mind at the velocity of a rocket leaving the atmosphere all while entering a new and alien world. The grass is green like me and the sky is blue like the clay block that rested beside me in my old world. The sculptor sits down in the green grass and stares at me, deep in thought. Then, OUT OF NOWHERE, I am ripped apart and stretched as if entering the horizon line of a super-massive black hole. Before long, my rigid blocky form becomes a loose spaghettified blob. The sculptor then breaks off five pieces and forms a head and four limbs. She then takes the original blob and morphs it into a body and reattaches the five new and upgraded pieces. The sculptor then props me upright, stands up and walks away. Never to be seen again, and I’m alone. Left to stare up at a dazzlingly bright fiery ball that lies beyond my new world, to harden my new form. This is it I suddenly realized, I had completed my transformation. I wonder what’s out there among those fiery balls of light....
~Logan Maxwell