she could tell – based on her borrowed memories – that the human was a she, as well. An incredible she. The human’s limbs knew exactly where they were meant to be and how their jointed-ness worked. Her eyes were incredibly non-bulbous, and not even slightly on tentacles. And they were hardly bloodshot at all! Even their colour was exotically unchanging. She felt as though she could stare into them for hours and not get even a glimpse of uncanny light flaring from their depths, or a bubbling, glittering madness hinting at mysteries beyond all mortal ken. Which was perfect. Because, as her heart
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