As his frequency radiated, Dooxrod cooled the fresh beast in his palm and paused its writhing.
Fortified and comforted by this, the worm nestled back into its original grace. Dooxrod had lifted his fingers thus, and was satisfied anew with his clenched fist. Just then, he rose it into the air.

"I have just experienced Flight! Flight my beasts! Flight is riding the winds through wet clouds, but not soaking those clouds in memory and disdain! The winds do not seek sadness or boring stories or video games!"

He opened each finger in his fist to state a new message, all for the beasts to hear.

"One! Heavy heads do not rest as new light!"

"Two! Bitterness rides the winds only through the focus of heavy heads!"

"Three! If bitterness runs thou, flight struggles!"

"Four! When flight struggles, it is because of dark pregnant clouds!"

"Five! Such clouds bring downpour over your electronics!"

When he had finished, the beasts roared and stirred their web of chains. Frothing returned and the worm had begun tunnel in newly soiled ground. Through all the dissent, Dooxrod heard his name uttered many times. Some of these utterances made little sense, and he approved of them that way. At this time he checked his records. Pirthe had never experienced visitors on this scale.

"Haha! You rabies mongrels! Spilling blood into vapid streets! Little slick dost thou provide! When we shed the drools of hottest dogs on heavy slumbers, all night peaking on plateaus, thoughts sink and rank into abscesses designed for bright and gilded spirits! Ho, the heavenly grudges encompassing all beasts! How specific and rage infested! All candor beheld to the most prolific burdens!"

Then, just as Dooxrod stride across his gray lawn, an earthworm wriggled in front of him. Writhing in slow methodics, it encapsulated him.

"How this worm writhes!" Dooxrod gasped, and acquired with hast until the worm recognized the oily comfort of his palm, and glistened in golden sunlight. The worm had reminded him of many forgotten paths.

"Dooxrod of Pirthe frees of torment! Enables anticpation of heavy edges!" exclaimed the worm. It did not surprise Dooxrod, for he had recognized his power as deathholder anew. The worm writhed and slimed on his palm, jerking in rhthym as a possesser of unusual knowledge.

"To the Dooxrod of Pirthe! He has embraced the great spread!"

"Great spread of unknown holds! Great spread of possessed!" Dooxrod interrupted onto forgiving tendencies, exciting the frothing beasts surrounding his gray lawn.

"Greatness forged in writhing spirits! To be lost only among writhing humans! The law grasps only those fond of it. With the mind wanderer as innocent and helpless as earthworms slaking drops of dew!"

Impressing the beasts around his pit, the slather extinguished as frailed as the ashes. Dooxrod centered all breath and was soon asleep in mindwaves so the aminals could not follow him through unguided thought.

"Dooxrod of Pirthe!" the worm continued.

"All spread upon thou!"