A flood of memories seemed to flow into what had been Steve's empty head.First it was the song of the dryads, who watched over the trees that wentinto...the wood that made her new body. Then came the whispers of thenaiads that washed over the stones that were ground into the clay thatwas fired to make her face. She could remember the kiln fires thatforged her face into the stone it now was. In her soul she heard thesymphony of the silkworms that wove her dress. The percussion of thesheep that. Nothing had changed. I was simply sick of waking up and finding myself stuck in this tired life.I drug myself out of bed and got dressed, wondering all the while about how to spend my last day. For someone like me, I guess there wasn’t much choice. I’d spend it like I spent every other: alone with my camera, one last time.I hefted my trusty camera from its place amongst the junk on my dresser and powered it on while slipping into my shoes. An unusual message filled the display.Would you like to. More

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