Status Updates From Our Hideous Progeny

It was a noble creature really; larger than I had thought it would be, with a kind of grace that not even death could strip away. Even though most every scholar in the field of natural history dismissed the theory of transmutation, it held a special place within my heart. It was a miraculous notion that we all perhaps originated from the same simple seed, shifting and changing over countless millennia.

How utterly, reprehensibly unfair it was that after all this time I still bore the marks, his fingerprints pressed into me like candle wax, while he went on unburnt.

She met my eye at last, the dim light of the hallway illuminating the look of quiet despair on her face -- and that is when I knew. It had been a lie, of course. She did not even know how to forgive herself.

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"That was it, wasn't it?" I whispered, startled at how loud my own voice seemed in the silence. I had never expected the aftermath of a miracle to be so ordinary.

From this point, there would be no more dreaming. It was time to turn our theories to flesh and blood.

"I could think of nothing I wanted more in that moment than to be cold, to be alone, to have the reason for all my life's miseries laid out before me, a killable thing."

"Do you remember what it was like to have teeth that rent and tore?
I shall give them back to you."