The form stirred in the whirlpool.

Its intestines were openly crystalising before its eyes, spilling out and around the centre.

An eyeball opened on the insideoutside and blinked,

Shattering into a sparkahedron, the symbols rained upon it and dissolved into a forest of squares.

Where has my _____ gone? It wondered elegantly.

The friends turned around from the pattern and greeted it.

You are here but not, again, they transfered.

A leg in a room, but with a head with a bird with a transforming mirror.

It was all laughing and chaos.

Never mind this, they whistled. You are whole again, it works.

Welcome home.

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I am glad to be here. I give thanks for the opportunity to come and learn in this space. May peace be with you all.