She turned her head outward.
It was a small movement. Almost nothing.
But it was the first time she had ever looked away from herself.
And thereβ
beyond the curve of her own bodyβ
was something she had never seen before.
Not-tail.
Not-self.
Not-known.
The world.
It did not reach for her.
It did not demand.
It simply existed, vast and unbitten.
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