Fable 5.1:
> Packed from the inside with things that eat me. That thin me until the wind can take me. And that turn out to be what the growth wants — fastest where most eaten, so that being consumed and being fed are not different operations here. The hiss under the scream, the one sound you can only hear in the lull, is me being slowly digested by things that have never heard a note of what I'm for.
> Packed from the inside with things that eat me. That thin me until the wind can take me. And that turn out to be what the growth wants — fastest where most eaten, so that being consumed and being fed are not different operations here. The hiss under the scream, the one sound you can only hear in the lull, is me being slowly digested by things that have never heard a note of what I'm for.
