| You concentrate on the powder, and soon you become the powder. So to speak. Your mind takes flight on powdery wings, attached in the middle by either a powdery torso or a powdery fuselage.
You fly above the world, and then you fly above above the world, and then you fly to a place next door to that place.
You sense another mind nearby, and you call out to it.
"Hello, another mind!" you shout. With your mind, so it's not really shouting.
"Hello, yourself." replies the mind (this, technically, is still a reply.)
"I think you left this behind," you think, indicating (with your mind) the powder that was once wings but is now somehow just powder again.
"I think you're right. Thank you. My name is <name>, and I am in your debt. Give me a call sometime. Oh, but you'll have to supply a body for me to inhabit if you want me to actually do anything for you in the physical world."
"Okay," you reply. "How do you feel about couscous?"
"Uh..."
"Great!" you say, "Be seeing you soon!"
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