I was softening, losing any fixed form, becoming something flowing, almost liquid. At first it was alarming, but then I relaxed, fascinated by what was happening. Someone else was there, he was disturbed, asking me not to go. I tried to explain that it was alright, that I wasn't going anywhere, it was a good thing that was happening, but I couldn't find a way to communicate it. He softened a little too but then became afraid and resisted, clinging to form.
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