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Morph
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Do you ever think about metamorphosis? It's incredible. Ever since I was a little girl, I can always remember looking at it and thinking to myself this is what true beauty is. The way a plain, fuzzy, itsy-bitsy caterpillar can morph into a glamorous, colorful butterfly with the breaking of a cocoon. Or how dull limestone can transform into the sleek, smooth marble on our kitchen countertops. The very idea had my eyes transfixed on the old science scriptures that I used to spend hours pouring over in the city library. I like to believe if it weren't for my little infatuation with the concept, none of this would have ever happened. Serephina is just a young girl who chose to do what she thought was right, but came face to face with the many beasts of her home, Rillaine. In this story, she chooses between what she thinks is right and wrong, finds who she is, and deals with an ever lasting topic of controversy.
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If everything Nature made was good, we'd all be satisfied wouldn't we? Heh, well Nature decided to throw me into the melting pot. Within the perfect balance of the universe and serenity of all life I showed up. I know I don't belong, I shouldn't be there, and I don't want to be myself. Why is being different so challenging? Why'd Nature have to leave me to survive? I know I might do something great, but all I leave is pain and pandemonium...Maybe I was meant to be here though. Perhaps my life needed to be fulfilled to save others, to bring peace, to unite a broken system...but as far as I know for now, I am madness, a strung theory of calamity, my journey through life is ripe with turmoil. Only theories could grasp the concept of it. I guess that's why I call it The Chaos Theory.

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