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§¨¨§§§¨§¨¨                                          ¨¨¨§¨¨§¨¨¨
§§¨§¨¨§§§¨                                          ¨¨¨§§¨§§¨¨
§¨§§§¨§¨¨§ The Feral Dream          ====@ ====@ ==@ §¨¨§¨§§¨§¨
§§§¨¨§§§¨§                                          §§¨§§§¨§§§
¨¨¨§¨§¨¨§§ //////////////////////////////////////// §¨§§¨¨§§¨¨
¨¨¨§§§§¨§¨ / Event: Ingestion Of Three Hundred    / ¨§§¨§¨§¨§¨
¨¨¨§¨¨¨§§§ / And Sixty Micrograms Of Selatenine   / ¨§¨§§§§§§§
§¨¨§§¨¨§¨¨ //////////////////////////////////////// ¨§§§¨¨¨¨¨¨
§§¨§¨§¨§§¨                                          §§¨¨§¨¨¨¨¨
§¨§§§§§§¨§      A Gentle Transformation Occurs.     ¨¨§¨§§¨¨¨¨
§§§¨¨¨¨¨§§                                          ¨¨§§§¨§¨¨¨
§¨¨§¨¨¨¨§¨   First, Just An Isolated Prick In The   ¨¨§¨¨§§§¨¨
§§¨§§¨¨¨§§  Fingers, Which Could Be Nothing. Except §¨§§¨§¨¨§¨
§¨§§¨§¨¨§¨   There Is A Tension That Wasn'T There   ¨§§¨§§§¨§§
¨§§¨§§§¨§§                  Before.                 §§¨§§¨¨§§¨
¨§¨§§¨¨§§¨                                          ¨¨§§¨§¨§¨§
§§§§¨§¨§¨§    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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