Real estate agent

He went to the woods. For the first few weeks he sat up late into the night nibbling on bits of greenery that looked like they might be edible. Under the headlights of the moon, a stream reflected rippled blues and glaring whites that would powerfully blaze a divine image into his brain. The night swallowed his conscious with the reflected images and he was the sole benefactor of an easy night.

When the sun burned him in the mornings he would defecate the night's fetchings and it was pure. The orange-red-green product on the ground stained what to him was only a work of art, something he had longed to see for so long in the concrete jungle. After he would regain his composure he spent his days mostly swimming, until his fingers aged and wrinkled and he felt the transition from man-of-land to man-of-water, or maybe not man at all. But even avoiding the transition out of humanity he sustained a change.

When getting out of the water, the residue droplets pounced upon the ground in hordes and he remained their object of transportation, a hulking tool of the water, the land, and the life all around him. The God fearing believer hopes to completely humbled to God, a waiting servant, and he was that for the elements. The willingness and no urge to change things without some direction, he was a believer.

Direction comes. After many weeks among the abandoned world, he felt his director come in the form of a wave. While in the water, floating like any day, a wave unexpected carried his body upon and down unto land, giving his flesh a rush of pleasure and then receeding as if it had never been. He took this as a sign that his time was done, his transformation another few percent complete, and that it was time to go to the next preparation chamber. He carried his wet body out of the water and crawled onto the ground carrying tears and shaking shoulders. That day he floated aimlessly out the forest, waiting for his next lesson and remembering his God, his garden, his freedom before he even had forsaken it.

He was found several days later unconscious on an interstate. The police, recognizing him as naked and thus consequently a streaker took him for questioning. He now, thank God, rests in a prison cell where he happily enjoys his days, but awaits his release.