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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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