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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.)        §¨§¨§¨§¨§¨
§¨§¨§¨§¨§§                                          §¨§¨§¨§¨§¨
§¨§¨§¨§¨¨§   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.       §¨§¨§¨§¨§¨
§¨§¨§¨§¨¨§                                          §¨§¨§¨§¨§¨
§¨§¨§¨§¨§§    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.                §¨§¨§¨§¨§¨
§¨§¨§¨§¨¨§                                          §¨§¨§¨§¨§¨
§¨§¨§¨§¨§§  Escaping Through The Glassless Window.  §¨§¨§¨§¨§¨
§¨§¨§¨§¨¨§      Outside, The World Is Waiting.      §¨§¨§¨§¨§¨
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