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" Thank you for the patience. " Tide nodded a little. He paused for a moment, thinking of right words. He carefully and solemnly left flute shell aside, on its cloth, while he took couple potatoes from their backpack, and his hands started glowing lightly, as he started baking them for Senecio and himself. " I think best way for you to understand what it does, is to explain to you, what kind of creature was this little Shell Being, before it perished. " he said quietly in the end, and continued speaking, as if telling a tale, with his soft, little sad voice. " They were beautiful, and their bodies had lot of lovely elegant little tentacles, peeking out from their shells, and they were pure white, transparent, with glowing bits around them. They evolved alongside early Beings, and were parasitic lifeforms, parasiting on both Spirits and Demons. They would chose a host they really liked, and they would crawl to their body, and use their mushy transparent tentacles to connect with their host's body, preferably nerve system, but whatever was available worked. Through it, though, they would not touch your nerves, but they had some strange inconceivable way of somehow binding themselves straight to someone's soul, feeding on aura soul is manifesting. Now, that's very invasive process, normally, something reaching into your soul - but these creatures, having to parasite like that to survive, have evolved some very peculiar way to make their hosts want to keep them, and want their touch, instead of want to get rid of it. " Tide paused, before continuing slowly. " When they bind with you... It's as if they become extension of you. They don't... didn't feel like strain objects. But there was more. As soon as they bind with you, they would start balancing out imbalances within your soul and body, in order to strengthen your aura, so they would be able to use it to its utmost potential. It was evolving for their own benefit, to evolve to benefit their host's auras. Their parasiting could bring relief from pains of souls, and cure many illnesses of it and body. Hosts and parasites would soon start, instead, a symbiotic relationship, for benefit of both, and many were friends to each other. This shell, that you see - it was a parasite that had chosen Turtle demon for his host, and they became great friends, until its untimely death in war, when it died, trying all its best to make him live. " he sighed. " All that they were doing, now lost to the world... It was balancing out auras, soothing souls, and more famous that anything, there was the pleasure. " his voice trembled bit. " It wasn't always overwhelming, of course. There was always a lingering scent of pleasure and calm in your soul, yes, from Shell critters balancing out imbalances within you, for your soul being taken care of. But sometimes, when host would be relaxing and parasite could reach into his soul just right, it would bring a gratifying blinding wave of bliss, so strong, that I heard it was making even most terrifying primordial creatures moved to tears and unable to speak. As time passed, many stopped looking at little shells as parasites... It was a privilege, to offer your soul to one, and considered grace from their side, when they would chose weakened critters to parasite on, and they were considered healers, tenders, good doers. They could bring Beings close to corruption back to health. They were called "Chinmayi", word that on Spirit language means *bliss givers*. "
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