The mindcrafter's spell slashed through Caldea's mind with blinding white lights, slicing through the layers of self indiscriminately, separating her into ever smaller pieces.
It was hard to think about the process while it was happening. Each tendril of thought was sliced away by the light before it was even half formed, until the thoughts gave up thinking and curled up protectively upon themselves like a flower's petals during the dark season, waiting.
Caldea waited a long time after the lights went away. She heard voices, intermittently, some familiar, but they seemed far away now, and she could not make sense of the words. The voices had stopped long before she could place them: her parents and the mindcrafter.
It was longer still before Caldea opened their eyes and noticed each other, nestled near the centre of their mind's flower home, each with wings intact, the way they imagined themselves to be, the way they would have been in the outside world if it weren't for the clipping.
Noticing the wings on each other, some of them reached out to feel for their own wings, then spots of colour bloomed on their wings as they tentatively began to speak in wingtalk. Meaningless, confused wingtalk, with words stuttered, repeated, and misplaced, until everyone was speaking at once and the thin walls of the flower home lit up in a wash of colour. "It the and they the he a us and we home."
Caldea closed their mouths, but the wingtalk continued, psychically penetrating her mind like Portuguese man of war tentacles: "Them no if so all do for shark can let."
She could not help but wonder if it was the mindcrafter's doing, or somehow had its origins in the clipping. But finally the answer came:
"Cab zombie ril weredingo eunuch Zamboni Whirlochre Varmighan yadda yadda."
Opening: Pthalo.....Continuation: Evil Editor