.~»/$@#@## ##@#@$/»~.
.~»/$%@#@# #@#@%$/»~.
.~»/$%@#@@ @@#@%$/»~.
.~»////$@# #@$////»~.
.~»/$%@#@# #@#@%$/»~.
.~»/$%@#@# they tell me: "we are going to shrink #@#@%$/»~.
.....»»/%# you." i don't quite like the tone in #%/»».....
.~»/$%@#@# their voices, like they are restraining #@#@%$/»~.
..~~»/$%@@ themselves. there is a hunger in them @@%$/»~~..
....»»»»$@ and it wants me to shrink. and what @$»»»»....
.~»/$%@#@# really irks me is that so do i. #@#@%$/»~.
...~»»$$@@ @@$$»»~...
.~»/$%@@## they give me wristbands and anklets, ##@@%$/»~.
.~»/$%%%#@ made of some strange stone. their @#%%%$/»~.
.~»/$%@#@# surface is swirling, like dark #@#@%$/»~.
.~»/$%@#@# thunderstorms trapped in glass, like #@#@%$/»~.
.~»/$%@#@# windows into a smaller world, close to #@#@%$/»~.
..~~»//%%@ my body so that it can see clearly @%%//»~~..
.~»/$%@@@@ whats in store. @@@@%$/»~.
.~»/$%@#@# #@#@%$/»~.
..~»»»//$@ they give me food: prawn-like bugs that @$//»»»~..
.~»/$%@### make my tongue curl with satisfaction. ###@%$/»~.
...~~/$$$@ "out of this world", i think, having no @$$$/~~...
.~»/$%@#@@ frame of reference. i eat only two, but @@#@%$/»~.
.~»/$%@### the bugs leave me suspiciously ###@%$/»~.
.~~~~»»$@@ satisfied. @@$»»~~~~.
.....~/$@@ @@$/~.....
.~»/$%@### they measure my clothes. "you are going ###@%$/»~.
.~»/$%@#@# to become about half as big", they tell #@#@%$/»~.
.~»/$%@### me, barely controlling themselves with ###@%$/»~.
.~»/$%@### anticipation. ###@%$/»~.
.~»»//$%%@ @%%$//»»~.
.~»/$%@#@# / #@#@%$/»~.
.~»/$%@##@ »»» @##@%$/»~.
.....~//%@ ~~~~~ @%//~.....
.....~/$@@ ........ @@$/~.....
.~»/$%@#@# ~~~~~ #@#@%$/»~.
.~»/$%@#@# »»» #@#@%$/»~.
..~~~~»$%@ / @%$»~~~~..
....~»»/%# #%/»»~....
.~»/$%@#@# #@#@%$/»~.
.~»/$%@@## ##@@%$/»~.
.~»/$%@@## ##@@%$/»~.
.~»/$%@#@@ @@#@%$/»~.