Why does Every slime become a biped as soon as possible?

There are no gods, no systems, no fate.

As if waking from a dream I awoke.

I have somewhere to be but where im not certain. My thoughts linger on what im forgetting. But I cant recall anything. My wife family what are these things? I know but they seem far. My thoughts are hazy.

Like this I stay. As if sleeping in turmoil. Constantly waking through the night. Every now and then a stray thought becomes important enough to be written to memory. But are forgotten as in the dream. All is the dream. How long has it been?

Then Satisfaction. And my thoughts become clearer. I am thoughts . I hear sounds and voices and sights. But then A drop hits the floor. Crisp clear sound. And I realize up until then Ive heard nothing. In the absence of sound my mind hath made it. My senses are buzzing waiting for input but its all a dream. I cant move cant think.

I feel the periods between getting in and out of coherence getting longer and longer. But I don’t feel fear. A sensation is growing and I know not what it is.

Until its grown so much that now when I come to remember its only this feeling. Its pressing on me. My only feeling . I hold onto it. But it does not want to exist. It fights me. And I hold onto the one thing I have. It grows more and more agitated. It will become me if it does not abate. What is this.

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Satisfaction again. The world stills . The auditory hallucinations are gone. The feeling has calmed. In this bliss in this silence I am conscious. I can hear . I can feel. The wind blowing coldly against me. The floor pressing beneath me. Like a warm comfortable bed. I hear a stream in the distance and a bird singing.

But it does not last. I sat in the bliss for what felt like forever. And The dryness of the floor becomes apparent. A feeling starts to come back. It isn’t satisfied with this much. It needs more, only then will it give me the peace, the stillness the calm. The stream , birds , moss , moisture.

But slowly the world becomes dry. I get agitated. I lose my feelings, my consciousness becomes fleeting. I lose my thoughts, my mind , my memories. The water the bird and the stream become a dream. That I struggle to recall. Like tossing and turning , I awake only glimpses of feeling. The feeling ravaging me. I cant cry, There are no others, Its just me and my feeling.

Satisfaction and I awake, New sounds. New feelings. I feel warmth. I hear the breathing and sounds of ones around me. Heartbeats. Small heartbeats. A snout is pressed against me, and I feel the heat, It tries to escape, but the feeling wont let it. Satisfaction envelopes me. The warmth becomes apart of me. All through me it flows. I move to all the others until no heartbeats are left. I am left with deep satisfaction. The world becomes clearer. The feeling, the hunger gives me rest. I can see for the first time. The warmth of a rabbits burrow.

As I sit and enjoy the quiet I hear footsteps. And sniffing. But I remain still. Not moving. It gets close. The parent of the rabbits. And it becomes part of me too.

Ecstasy fills me. It feels like im vibrating on my skin. Like my teeth are itching from too much coffee. But I need more. So I go out of the rabbits burrow. Looking for more. Before the hunger comes to take my thoughts and my mind. I will live coherently. I will not be undone.