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No one really knows who or what Slimyim is.
Their skinless visage is harrowing to say the least.
The red, raw flesh that makes their being, and even their hat.
Thin white strips of membranes stretching through the meat, creating a map-like pattern across their whole body.
Ribs protruding from their chest, moving and scraping against each other with every breath.
And their lower body melting to the ground, looking like a splash of blood.
Folly was fascinated. She has never seen anything like them in her eternal life. She was drawn to this mysterious entity ever since she laid eyes on them. She couldn’t take her eyes off them.
These feelings…is it desire? Yearning? Craving? Or even- Lust?
This raw, itching urge, different from thirst and hunger, at Folly’s core, eating her up from the inside.
What is it about this Slimyim that makes them so special?
The sentence on repeat in her head, growing more agitated with the lack of answer. The flame only grew stronger.
And with these silly thoughts trying to entertain her own mind. Could SlimYim feel the same about her? Has she finally found someone that could understand her? Is this how it feels to fall in love?
How stupid these thoughts are, and yet they get in the way of her objective.
It’ll go away. Eventually.