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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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