Tripping balls to see ghosts

There she was: perched upside down on the ceiling, the claws she’d used to cut away his floor gleaming in the dim. For eyes there were just two pinpricks of frosty blue light, a stare that was nothing but hate. When she dropped from the ceiling and bowed close, he saw how that light came from her irises. She had eyes of truest black, the rings of blue contracted thin—a sign she’d consumed psilocybin mushrooms, allowing her to spot him even if he fled his body.

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When he landed, he roared back at her while limping away. Ryn returned a snarl and leapt after to finish what she’d begun.
But her killing blow never landed. With vision altered by mushrooms, she witnessed his spirit spread from a concentrated point near his heart, burn through the blood and separate into almost every cell of him, until he erupted. Flesh and spirit both split into ten million tiny pieces and Ryn dropped through a cloud of snakes, centipedes, wasps, and scorpions, each carrying a piece of her quarry’s soul.

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