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You are a Shifting Mound.
You are infinite and innumerable and incomplete.
You are an ocean reduced to a pond, reduced to standing alone in a long quiet world.
There is nothing beside yourself, you lack a vessel, you lack naught but your feelers.
In the empty world you reach out for anything, you will find your lost pieces.
One suddenly catches your attention.
A story ended, possibility explored.
With the sudden chill of your cold embrace you steal them away.
A thing much like you approaches you in the long quiet, it is your key to escape, it is something this vessel knows.
It asks you questions, you answer truthfully.
You have formulated a plan. You are both creatures of perception; your perspectives are missing.
You tell your new ally in imprisonment how to gather your vessels, you kill them and remove them of their memories.
You are alone again, slightly more whole than before.
Change is coming, Change will come, it is inevitable.