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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.           §¨§¨§¨§¨§¨
§¨§§¨¨§¨§§                                          §¨§¨§¨§¨§¨
§¨¨§¨§§¨¨§  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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