Metabólica: 1-7
ONEI dreamt of a snake, long as my arm, but thin like a blade of field grass. Its body was transparent with hints of jade and silver. The sound of a brook bubbled in the background. The sky was a hue of opal that blinded me. The snake spoke a phrase in Mandarin that I could not recognize, but I was certain it was an admonishment for past transgressions during my time in the province of…
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