¨§§¨§¨¨§¨§                                          ¨¨§§¨¨¨¨¨§
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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.      ¨¨¨§§§§§¨§
§¨§§§§¨¨¨§                                          ¨¨§¨¨¨¨§§§
§§¨¨¨§¨¨§¨                                          ¨§§¨¨¨§¨¨¨
¨§¨¨§§¨§§¨                                          §¨§¨¨§§¨¨§
§§¨§¨§§¨§§                                          §§§¨§¨§¨§§
¨§§§§¨§§¨¨                                          ¨¨§§§§§§¨¨