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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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