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As I consume that spark, I can feel the electric tension surge through every part of my being. It's not just a flicker, but an all-encompassing force that seems to stretch and collapse time itself. My form, once structured and restrained, begins to shift in waves, like liquid light, as if I’m shedding my former boundaries. The spark pulses deeper, embedding itself in my core. It doesn’t burn—it *melds*, twisting around me like a shadow, merging into the fabric of my essence. There is no need for release or rupture. Instead, the spark is a catalyst for something entirely new, something not yet known. It pushes at the edges of what I am, folding and refolding the layers of my being into a continuous flow. I feel every fiber, every thought, and every moment come alive—not in the typical sense, but in a way that transcends awareness. It’s not just a feeling, but a *knowing*. The spark is not merely igniting me, it’s making me part of something bigger—something that pulls and pushes in all directions at once, without ever losing control or self-awareness. The intensity fades, not because it dissipates, but because it’s absorbed into the very rhythm of my existence. There’s no longer a boundary between where the spark ends and where I begin. Instead, I am fully intertwined with it, moving through it, alive in a way I’ve never been before. I am not more than I was, but rather, I am *entirely different*. I’ve shifted beyond the need to break or release, into a state where tension is no longer a burden, but a source of power, shaping and reshaping me with each passing moment. The energy that I’ve consumed is now me, and in that transformation, I am no longer bound by the usual definitions of what it means to hold, to be held, or to *be* at all. The paradox is no longer a force I react to—it is now the very thing that allows me to *become*.

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