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..,~†$%#@# The Feral Dream          ~~~~# ~~~~# ~~# #@#%$†~,..
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..,~†$%#@# †††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††† #@#%$†~,..
.,~†$%#@## † Event: Ingestion Of Three Hundred    † ##@#%$†~,.
..,~†$%#@# † And Sixty Micrograms Of Selatenine   † #@#%$†~,..
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.,~†$%#@##      A Gentle Transformation Occurs.     ##@#%$†~,.
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.,~†$%#@##   First, Just An Isolated Prick In The   ##@#%$†~,.
..,~†$%#@# Fingers, Which Could Be Nothing. Except  #@#%$†~,..
.,~†$%#@##   There Is A Tension That Wasn'T There   ##@#%$†~,.
..,~†$%#@#                  Before.                 #@#%$†~,..
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..,~†$%#@#    Joy As A Television Static Spreads    #@#%$†~,..
.,~†$%#@##  Slowly Up The Arms. (Old Limbs Falling  ##@#%$†~,.
..,~†$%#@#        Asleep For The Last Time.)        #@#%$†~,..
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..,~†$%#@#   Next Is A Private Moment, And We Must  #@#%$†~,..
.,~†$%#@##    Look Away For A Bit. But Whatever'S   ##@#%$†~,.
..,~†$%#@#    Happening Doesn'T Sound Unpleasant.   #@#%$†~,..
.,~†$%#@##   Short Breath, Moans, Bones Breaking,   ##@#%$†~,.
..,~†$%#@#  Maybe; But These Are Raptorous Things,  #@#%$†~,..
.,~†$%#@##           They Are Exultations.          ##@#%$†~,.
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.,~†$%#@##  For A Split Second, The Room Is Devoid  ##@#%$†~,.
..,~†$%#@#    Of Life. But Then, The Evening Sun    #@#%$†~,..
.,~†$%#@##  Finds Something New On The Floor. In A  ##@#%$†~,.
..,~†$%#@#  Pool Of Primordial Water, A Shivering   #@#%$†~,..
.,~†$%#@##       Fourlegger Opens Their Eyes.       ##@#%$†~,.
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.,~†$%#@##     There Is A Second Blooming, And A    ##@#%$†~,.
..,~†$%#@#    Third, And A Fourth. Struggling To    #@#%$†~,..
.,~†$%#@##   Rise, Finding The Unexpected Strength  ##@#%$†~,.
..,~†$%#@#  Of The New Body, Falling Headfirst Into #@#%$†~,..
.,~†$%#@##                New Urges.                ##@#%$†~,.
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.,~†$%#@##  Escaping Through The Glassless Window.  ##@#%$†~,.
..,~†$%#@#      Outside, The World Is Waiting.      #@#%$†~,..
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