A fabric enveloping the body, tightly and easily takes on any shape, trembling only occasionally at the moment of transitioning to a new energy level. The emergence and unfolding ofform are part of a natural but painful process, just as intricate and multifaceted as awareness and the acceptance of choice.
The fog does not dissipate. Each day, each sunrise injects the necessary doses of substances into bodies, forcing them to move. Attempts by individuals to comprehend what is happening meant nothing more to the system than the number of iterations. Adding new forms and new types of interactions to infinity, the cloud of possibilities grew dense and impenetrable. Lines of time thickened, fates intertwined, year by year, layer upon layer, leaving sediment on the surface. Silt and clay, earth and remnants of bones, all mixed together.

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