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..-~†*£@## The Feral Dream          ~~~~@ ~~~~@ ~~@ ##@£*†~-..
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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   ###@£*†~-.
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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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