##@#$$*»-, ,-»*$$#@##
##@#$$*»-, ,-»*$$#@##
@$*»»--,,, ,,,--»»*$@
##@#$$*»-, ,-»*$$#@##
#$$*-,,,,, ,,,,,-*$$#
##@#$$*»-, they tell me: "we are going to shrink ,-»*$$#@##
##$*»-,,,, you." i don't quite like the tone in ,,,,-»*$##
##@#$$*»-, their voices, like they are restraining ,-»*$$#@##
##@#$$*»-, themselves. there is a hunger in them ,-»*$$#@##
##@#$$*»-, and it wants me to shrink. and what ,-»*$$#@##
##@#$$*»-, really irks me is that so do i. ,-»*$$#@##
#@@#$$*»-, ,-»*$$#@@#
##@#$$*»-, they give me wristbands and anklets, ,-»*$$#@##
@$$$$»,,,, made of some strange stone. their ,,,,»$$$$@
##$$*-,,,, surface is swirling, like dark ,,,,-*$$##
@$$»---,,, thunderstorms trapped in glass, like ,,,---»$$@
##$**--,,, windows into a smaller world, close to ,,,--**$##
###$$$*»-, my body so that it can see clearly ,-»*$$$###
#$$*-,,,,, whats in store. ,,,,,-*$$#
@@@#$$*»-, ,-»*$$#@@@
##@#$$*»-, they give me food: prawn-like bugs that ,-»*$$#@##
####$$*»-, make my tongue curl with satisfaction. ,-»*$$####
##@#$$*»-, "out of this world", i think, having no ,-»*$$#@##
###@#$*»-, frame of reference. i eat only two, but ,-»*$#@###
@$$»-,,,,, the bugs leave me suspiciously ,,,,,-»$$@
@$$$»»,,,, satisfied. ,,,,»»$$$@
##@#$$*»-, ,-»*$$#@##
###$$*--,, they measure my clothes. "you are going ,,--*$$###
#@@#$$*»-, to become about half as big", they tell ,-»*$$#@@#
@$$»-,,,,, me, barely controlling themselves with ,,,,,-»$$@
##@#$$*»-, anticipation. ,-»*$$#@##
###$$»,,,, ,,,,»$$###
#$»,,,,,,, * ,,,,,,,»$#
##@#$$*»-, »»» ,-»*$$#@##
##@#$$*»-, ----- ,-»*$$#@##
##@#$$*»-, ,,,,,,,, ,-»*$$#@##
#$*»,,,,,, ----- ,,,,,,»*$#
###@#$*»-, »»» ,-»*$#@###
##@#$$*»-, * ,-»*$$#@##
#@@#$$*»-, ,-»*$$#@@#
@@$**»,,,, ,,,,»**$@@
#$»,,,,,,, ,,,,,,,»$#
#@$***»,,, ,,,»***$@#
##@#$$*»-, ,-»*$$#@##