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Here is an interesting fact. Being underwater is a little like floating in space. Except for the dull roar in my ears, there was barely any sound. Everything was dark, glittering, and lonely.
That doesn’t mean I wasn’t panicking.
I was panicking very much.
My legs flailed. My paws thrashed in front of me.
Bubbles rose and popped in my throat.
You’re immortal, I thought, trying to calm myself. You
cannot die, so this water won’t harm you. In a way, I was untouchable: my species has always existed in the universe and always will. But I’d never felt stress before – never understood the power of it. And embarrassment. I was ashamed to fail this spectacularly, after I’d longed for decades to be human.
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