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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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