In many narratives, cosmic abduction isn't just about being taken; it’s about being
I am not taken so much as translated. My bones rearrange into chapters. Language blooms where confusion once lived—a translator made of star-silt hums beneath my tongue. I laugh because the sound is new and because the sky is so wide it fits grief; I cry because the teacup is suddenly holy and because holy things are fragile. cosmic abduction final scratch work
Earth’s polluters are being harvested by a cosmic entity that mistakes toxins for souls. You’re a scientist abducted to teach them what “garbage” is. In many narratives, cosmic abduction isn't just about