̌͊I yearn ̫̗​f̽or͊ t҉he m̨agm͒͆a. Th̬ȇ sweet warmth ͂of tḧ́e ̉liqui͜d fl̲̺owi̮n̺g over my tendrils. I swell and burst relęasing a cloud̤͒͝ of spo̎r̿es,̽ e̾ach the b̫​egi̩nn̔ing̃͑ of ̷̿a ̑new lif̱e̠.̃̍ I am c̲on̒tent.