We think scattered thoughts spoken in 6 different voices, all conversing and even arguing as we glide through the meadows. It is sometimes hard for us to come to an agreement about anything really. We flinch as a solid being suddenly appears in our path, our shillouett dripping and writhing as we stare on I mean you no harm solid one. May we please pass.. or shall we feast! we look startled as the words leave our lips. clearly that was the voice of one of the less friendly slimes
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