I yearn for ͝the magma. ̎ T̶h̆e sweë́t wa̝rmth of the liq̐uid flowing ovȩ̧r̽͝͏͇̝̱ my teṋd̾rils. I swelĺ̲̱ and burst releasing a cloud of spores, each the beginning of a new ̚life. I am content.