"Hat, hat. A hat after I. Do you not <see>? They will breathe you through hollow bones. Should I tear them out?"
The being lets out a series of odd chirrups and clicks, reminiscent of those made by more vocal insects.
"Too soon? Too soon. Feet unbound by a dot of silk. You need a branch. Then you will spin and spin and one by one rip the stitches that keep your skin attached. Then melting! Melting, melting, melting... sink into the earth, become a tree, cut yourself down, build a frame, build a door. Too tough, right now. Too sticky, sticking to itself. It cannot pass through the soil to the roots."
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"Hat, hat. A hat after I. Do you
not<see>? They will breathe you through hollow bones. Should I tear them out?"The being lets out a series of odd chirrups and clicks, reminiscent of those made by more vocal insects.
"Too soon? Too soon. Feet unbound by a dot of silk. You need a branch. Then you will spin and spin and one by one rip the
stitches that keep your skin attached. Then melting! Melting, melting, melting... sink into the earth, become a tree,cutyourself down, build a frame, build a door. Too tough, right now. Too sticky, sticking to itself. Itcannotpass through the soil to the roots."