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“Soft and powdery,” she thought. Would scrunching her toes feel like beach sand, with its rough edges carefully hewn away? She could feel the dust heavy in the air, undisturbed. It adhered to every surface of her body, inviting itself onto, into, and over her very being. Her heart beat faster, every extremity seemed to be pulsing to the same drum beat, as though daring her to open her eyes and witness - witness what she could so clearly imagine already. She stood at the threshold, one hand reaching out in front of her. She could smell someth...
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Fudalik was hopeful. Perched on the corner of a tall structure, he had found the perfect vantage. His entire form shifted like wind on the surface of water. Gentle and rhythmic, most times. This particular perch was a new adventure. He had grown bored of the monotonous palette of the last few meals. The aristocrats' dinner parties, while extravagant, were incredibly trite and repetitive.The humans buzzed in swarms in the market below. He could smell the delicious variety he craved from below, forming a pastel painting of scents. He was invis...
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