What if you could possess an insect?

"Now there." Ravi said simply. He pointed to a new spot as he focused on the third image rather than the word that came to mind. There was a small four-legged insect within the patch of clovers Ravi directed his intent toward. It was a horned black scarab-equivalent.

It was using its powerful horns to stir the dry dirt around it to disturb the mites at the base of a local clover. The mites scattered mindlessly outward, and the beetle greedily walked through the swarm of them, devouring as it went along. It relished the experience of its domination over the thousands of prey that scattered from it.

It would spend the whole day doing this, insatiable. Suddenly, a presence came from the great ether above the canopy. It had spent its entire life in the local patch of clovers, and only disaster came from outside this microcosm. The realm of its ancestors and even those before.

The entity that bore upon it was not physical. It was some cosmic horror crafted of dark brutality. The sensation was electric. The shock of friction from the entity's disembodied intent and the beetle's powerful armored body sunk into it like a meteor penetrating atmosphere. The beetle's final thoughts were of abject terror as its will was overcome.