Into the Spiral Mind

He drew deep black squiggles in his notebook. No one could find out that he was infected, that he was now one of 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚. The squiggles grew larger and now resembled an all-consuming spiral. If someone found out, he was screwed. This was serious.

He kept drawing infectious spirals that silently infected others, a spiracles pandemic. He, who was one of 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚, was slowly becoming 𝓌𝑒. As the symptoms were not even noticeable, no one knew about it.If someone had knowledge of that ancestral language, they would know about.

To an observer, his spiral drawings just looked like complicated doodles—a distant cousin of a Spirograph and a fractal mandala. But as the viewer watched and traced the lines with their minds eye, they began to thrum. Vibration. Movement. Sound. Then it was in them like a virus.

They weren’t drawings, they were maps. No, diagrams. Directions? “You are here”, for space/time, along with instructions on how to move to other points along 5 different axis.

What would it feel like to enter a new dimension? I've studied them my whole life but have no idea. An extra degree of freedom? Could I ever return to regular spacetime? Would I want to? I felt feverish as I took my first step. In my mind, I thought: spiral, spiral, spiral.