Out here in the Liminality, the cosmic strangeness of the “spaces-in-between-being” has its way with our forms; forcing us to evolve. Our thought-forms abandon us. Then the physical mutations begin. In the end, spiritual mutagens ensure that our souls fragment into melted malignancies multiplying via morphogenic mitosis.
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