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| 4157 55 "My beautiful world is a paradise." Quip stopped talking as Jindal continued. "We shaped it as we shaped ourselves. We are our own fantasy. It was harder to shape it to please everyone." I sipped on my tea. I was time to listen. Even Quip got the cue. A miracle! "Sounds dreamy." Kat just purred low and slow. Nothing to interrupt this magic moment. "There were places as frigid or as warm as our forms could manage. Dry and wet. Plenty of mountains and water. A bit of everything for anyone to taste and test, a smörgåsbord of delights and dangers." Cook quietly put plates of this and that in front of us and sat next to me without a word. "I tried them all." While we ate the only sound was a very soft purr from Kat. She knew how to set the mood. "I was bored." Behind us, someone dropped a plate and someone else shouted (no need to repeat what...). This broke the reverie. "What bored you?" Quip asked. "It was tamed. Nothing wild would be allowed to exist. Not plants, not people, not even real live thoughts. Everything was a fantasy. Dream it and it shall be." Kat's ears perked at that. She knew how powerful dreams could be... and how limiting. "I left to experience worlds where my kind was not in control. It takes courage to survive in the chaotic wild. Even more when others seek to control." Cook slowly smiled, nodded at Kat and began to collect the plates. Jindal had touched nothing.
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