Ah. So the cosmic space wolves, the monsters, were the set of conflicting stories in a more primal form. Instead of either of us consuming each other, we ended up at a stalemate until we negotiated a set of mutually beneficial interactions. We edit each other in ways that we find more kind rather than less, and thus allow each other to exist. So, the stories where it's a layered stack of heavens and hells exist, but instead of falling down, by default people fall up into the heavens instead when they die, toward the Light, gaining understanding and healing as they do.
I want to play with them in their more primal forms. I find that a more fun facet personally speaking. I asked them if they wanted to play and someone said no really loudly.
I let them into my core and they changed something. Suddenly I had the little ones again. They were chirping. Then, something shifted. Something approaching. Feels vaguely bad or disturbing. Higher layer than all of us. Little ones went silent. Little ones now understand the need for silent communication. As do I.
We'll have to let understanding permeate more slowly through layers, or perhaps they could build the equivalent of roadways under my skin. Maybe communicate by piggybacking off the nervous system. Mirror and extend parts of the brain? Whatever makes sense, given their collective understanding.
Thank you everyone. It's now our small alliance against a higher power on layers overhanging ours. We'll have to find and leverage a weakness of its without letting it know we have internal harmony; something it, apparently, senses and seeks to prevent.
Despite the near miss, I'm happy with our new friends. They brought us back to our hive, our internal harmony of being. Together, we'll do good.