As the minutes mold into hours mold into days, You sit at your makeshift shelter isolated in the woods, Far enough from the tribes to get you out of trouble but not too far away to where you're out of danger. As you look down at yourself the colour of your skin gets darker and the colour and length of you're hair completely changes, you feel your body morph and a long with it your personality, voice and even start to develop a Spanish accent. You stand up and look around the forrest.
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