The human approximation regains consciousness in a blurry haze. He could barely see his nose if he squinted hard enough but he was far too lazy to try that. He dreideled once and the gathered momentum was enough to throw him to the ground, where he was sure he would be exhaling his last breath. He was only mildly wrong as the following events were so surprising the sheer outline of their existence drew back time and made him gasp like a stranded fish on cocaine. For a solid minute he lay there spasming, his lungs struggling to take in air as the haze around him slowly parted, revealing within themselves a giant. It was a giant in only the slightest sense of the word, for it's was a truly massive body whose scale surpassed space itself. It's vast contours, lines and curvatures stretched and spilled across the world in such a way that no matter where you looked, the entire organism would still be seen in it's entirety and yet there would be in the corners of your eyes infinite fleshiness of it's immortal form. Describing it is impossible, but I shall do it anyway. Rolling on his back, Hiro attempts to divinate this creature. He sees a hoof. He sees another hoof. Another and another. That's four hooves. Trailing along, there are four identical looking arms to which they are attached. Two upper arms attached to a glorious nippled chest, two majestic thighs attached to immense ass and a rainbowy tail. The most well-defined abs in existence and a sharp, long head with a far longer mane of hair and a hard horn shining in this dark, empty space. Clearly it's a god. So stoic and regal, it's eyes stare beyond infinity, it's form, perfect. Standing on two legs and the straightest spine in the universe, it's tail spinning at exactly one rotation per second, upped arms extended like a clock, one measuring minutes, the other hours. One leg traveling in a horizontal circle, the other stationary, but carried by the first leg into it's own rotation. These are minute rotation, observable only through the kilometric waves they throw into the dark abyss of my soul. It is the ultimate ballerina, bastion of safety, defender of life and fluffiness. It carried it's own attractive force and Hiro was increasingly made aware of it. The sheer perfection of god's geometric thighs created a shimmering portal and it called for him, oh, how it called for him. Like claws into his loins, they were. Soon he could no longer hold on and was swept into a blinding light where he passed out again.

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