I ̝y͟e̮̐arn f̶̟o͉r̶̩҉ ̤th̏́͒ẻ̬̞̀ ͎m̴a̬͜g̶͉̾m̡a. The͍ s̡̖we͈e̠̖̍̿t w̫a̴r̅mt̞h̔ of the ̶liquid flowing ov̹er my tendrils. I swe͜ll and burst ̗releasing a cloud of spores, each the beginnin̐g o͈f ̩a̖ new life. I am co̭n̚tent.