I'm not a nothing, either. I am an everything. Or a sometimething. I can breathe water occasionally, but the air on land tastes a lot more savory. Like slow burning books. I can transmute too, you know. I've been shadows and clouds and rains. It's a process of trial and error. Try-error-try-error-try-error, etc. None of them are palatable forms. At any given time, there are (at least) two duo-chrome hues making messes in my brain.
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