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The funky shift story thingy.

So one of my 'types is these things

And.

I mean look at them.

No back legs.

I was laying down and suddenly got hit with a shift for that thing and was like "THE FUCK HAPPENED TO MY LEGS" because sensation took over and it felt like I had a tail instead of legs. So I was just like, welp. I guess this is happening now. And adapted to slithercrawling to move for the TWENTY MINUTES my legs were being sabotaged by phantom sensations.

Luckily I didn't have to move too much.

It was kind of stupid.

But like. Legs.

Legs went poof for some reason.

That was definitely a night in my life™️

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I want to coil around my friends.

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Some art of how I view myself. - Vans

The Serpent of the Internal Sky.

Alternate versions below cut!!!

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Further talking about the "Sky Snake" thing:

I think of it like this...

As I've said, I see everything (practically) all the time. All of headspace, all of front. I am like the sky. Our sky is always full of stars, day or night. The sun never rises or sets. We are lit by the light of uncountable celestial motes with untapped potential.

I am made of those stars, slithering across the void of our sky, I carry these stars on every scale.

When something disturbs us, when it shakes our sky itself, it dislodges a scale... and that star falls.

And that fallen star?

That fallen star becomes a mote.

And that mote becomes the balancing piece to right the tumultuous heavens.

They right the imbalances by shedding from me and coming to themselves.

That is why I see myself as I do. That is how I have changed.

Still able to walk among them should I choose. Still able to form into my own mote, my own separate body. But in theory, it and I are endless, like the sky.

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Music is our primary way of feeling like us.

Oh, also.

Have a metaphysical good morning coil from your friendly giant snake of the internal heaven.