Kuwaya's First Encounter with a Silver Manifest

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As the wind dries the blood and tears on Kuwaya's face, his skin begins to itch. He is too afraid to move to do anything about it. Instead, he lies there and concentrates on the feeling of the liquid against his skin as it carries him. It carries him for some time, and the slow rhythmic movements lull him to sleep.
He wakes to the view of an unchanged golden sky. Now more curious than frightened, he tilts his head to one side to see what is carrying him. I'm being carried by a silver liquid, and I'm not getting wet. He says out loud, “the surface of this planet is warm. It fucking contains horrible worms. And I'm not getting wet while being carried by liquid silver. Well...silver lining, I guess."
It stops and lowers him to the ground where he feels the warm surface of the plateau on his back. He reaches out to touch the liquid silver, which has now formed a ring around him. A small ripple forms on its surface as it moves away. This has to be a manifestation of my mind in a coma. It is a silver manifest. That’s it! It's a Silver Manifest. He giggles and sits up.
The inner part of the Silver Manifest’s ring rises. He moves to the center of his small circle. The raised center collapses, and he feels a vibration. In my body this time, thank goodness, not my brain. He waits, and it does it again. “Here goes nothing”, he says, slapping the ground with his good hand.
The exercise is repeated with three vibrations. Kuwaya responds. Then five. Kuwaya responds with seven; it responds with 11. “Intelligent! You are an intelligent plasto-liquid-silver-manifestation thingy!” He laughs out loud. The pattern of his laughter is reflected on the surface of the liquid. Its sound is repeated back to him.
He remains huddled in the center, says his name, and points to himself. "Kuwaya". It responds, "Kuwaya", in an exact replication of his voice. He points and names various things. Each time, it replicates the sound he makes.
Thin hair-like tendrils emerge from its surface and approach Kuwaya. He extends a finger. One of the tendrils touches it gently, and he smiles. Then, the tendrils rear back, shoot forth, and pierce his skin. Burning like acid, he feels them move through his body. He screams as he is lifted, dangling from the hair-thin filaments. “NO!” is all he can manage before he begins to foam at the mouth. His eyes roll back into his head, and his body seizes.
After a moment, the filaments lower him down and leave his body. The seizure passes. Kuwaya wipes the foam off his mouth with his arm. In his head, he hears, "Did that cause you undue harm? I believe the correct word is ‘hurt’?"
Kuwaya blinks and then yells, "FUCK!"
He tries to scamper away but is still surrounded by the ring. The creature that just did a bunch of who-knows-what crap to me is now speaking inside my head, ohthisissofucked. He rubs at the dried blood on his face with his burnt hand and winces at the pain, "OW! FUCK! Will someone please tell me what the hell is going on?"
He hears in his head, "from what I am able to determine, ‘fuck’ neither means 'yes' nor 'no'." Kuwaya’s wide-eyed laughter is louder than the wind.
He catches his breath. He stammers as a thousand questions fight to be spoken at the same time. "What are you?" wins.
"I would pose the same question," is the reply.
Kuwaya's fists clench. "I... am a human."
"And what does that mean, exactly, to be a human?"
Kuwaya’s jaw pops as he grinds his teeth. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. "It means I’m not prey, nor predator, nor worth your time to kill, maim, or hurt in any way.” As an afterthought, he says, “again."
"Then what is your worth?"
Kuwaya opens his mouth to speak, but only the sound of the wind can be heard. He closes his mouth and tries again. "I am in a coma. You are a manifestation of my mind.”
“Coma? I do not believe your language’s definition of that word accurately describes your current situation.”
“Well, then what does?”
“Screwed, though colloquial, does describe your current situation.”
“Fine. Let’s start there. What is my current situation?”
“You do not belong in this dimension. I believe the word is, alien? Yes, you are an alien; an alien from another dimension.”
Kuwaya stands up and puts his hands on his hips. He looks at his reflection on the silver surface. “How do you know that?”
His question is met with silence. “Ok, yeah, I don’t exactly look like anything I’ve seen around here either. How do you know, specifically, that I’m from another dimension.”
“Your language describes many objects. Objects of which I have neither seen nor heard. As you correctly surmised, I have also neither seen nor heard of another like you, a human. Since I am aware that other dimensions do exist, I concluded that you must be from one of them.”
“Ok, let's say I believe you. How did I get here?”
“That, I do not know.”
“Why are you still surrounding me?”
“Because I have not decided if I should kill you or let you live.”
“Well, I can answer that. You most definitely shouldn’t kill me. Remember, I’m not worth your time to kill, maim, or hurt in any way.”
“How do I know that you are not here to kill me?”
“That kind of conversation will go nowhere quickly.”
He walks to the edge of the inner ring and sticks his foot out. “I’m guessing since you don’t know how I got here, you also don’t know how I can get back?”
A small tendril forms. He jerks his foot back. “No, but I am aware of two distinct, new vibrations on the plateau. The first was apparently yours. Perhaps the second is a way out?”
Interesting. He tries again with his foot. This time, the Silver Manifest retreats. His eyebrows raise. “Would you take me there?” He puts his foot down and the Silver Manifest moves out of the way. He lifts his other foot.
“I have the capacity to do so.”
He lowers his other foot, the Silver Manifest parts. “So, you’ve decided not to kill me?”
“I have arrived at the same conclusion as you - not worth my time.”
“And yet, my ego is bruised.”
The Silver Manifest fully parts. Kuwaya looks around at the featureless plateau. It moves forward and Kuwaya follows.