̚I ͑ye͍ar͏n for the m​̔agma.̠͇ ̍͒ The͟ sweet w̨̯̖armth of th̬͇e liqu͎id flowin̂g ̀over͌ my ͜ten̎drils. ̙I ̎swell a͑n​d b̟urst ̔re̞͝leasin̖g a cloud of s̉pores, ́each̉҉ thȩ̚ beǧ̟̐innin̞g of̂ ̉a në́w li̳͂fe.͊ I̝ am c̀onten͂t.