I yearn for ̚the magm͠a. T̠he swȇet w̶arm̞th ̠͆̍of the liquid flo̫wing ove̷r m̷̷̽y t̺ë̲́nd̘r̽ils. I ͝s͎wel̝l and̽ ̹burst̫ releasing a cloud of spore͑s, each the͈ ̮beg͂innin҉g̹ ̟o̧̹̺f àͅ n͇e̠̯w lif̌̀e. ̝I am ̹con͇̩tent.