You Are In Danger of Death, Desertion, and Burning Out

I sat there, in meditation, alone in the cosmic eldritch desert of wherever.

A voice spoke in my mind, saying: Lo, Teresa Anderson, you must move now, for you are in danger of death, desertion, and burning out.

I thought: One of those things sounds much worse than the others.

The voice did not reply to that, though. Instead it went on: Head east until night, then fly south.

Fly? I wondered. I mean, I can probably fly here. I haven’t tried.

Once you arrive, the voice said, you will go west, to the Far Shores.

Oh, I thought. I see where this is going now.

Yes, the voice confirmed. Fly to those Far Shores and there you will find the next piece of your puzzle.

I rolled my eyes, opened them, and stood up.

Tell me something I don’t already know, I thought, then lazily headed back east.