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this is so new, so strange and so scary. harking back in time, there was never a moment when i ever thought this photo would be used in this manner—that it would be given the ink touched by reality. and even now, when i move this virtual quill, i couldn’t find the metaphors and archaic terms to at least envelope the genuine grapheme i could think of toward thy photograph.

human touch is by default annoying to i who seemed to be a cat in that aspect. yet these gestures work and accepted as if they were my owner’s—i could not sense unreasonable annoyance the way i normally do. there were no sparks, there were no skipped heartbeats, not even flattered sensation. every gesture just send such pure and serene and calming warm into me. this is truly new, strange and scary.