Today’s the day—you’re finally making your favorite dish: Cyn Soup. You take out a pot, turn on the stove, and open a jar filled with tiny Cyns. They flail their delicate arms and legs, letting out soft, panicked squeaks as you grab the tongs. The water begins to bubble. The Cyns stare at you with wide, glossy eyes, their tiny mouths quivering. They don’t know they’ll survive this. But you do.
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