The woman said, 'I am a sinking sea slime; slimy, cold, leathery, shapeless. I live in the mud at the bottom of the sea, listening to its roar. Is this what the sound of the Earth is like? She takes care of me, guides me to where there is food, keeps dangers away. She comforts me with his ever-present being. I see nothing, for I have no eyes. I hear only the roar, and I feel the eternal current of life on my skin; I am programmed to tremble and pulse in its rhythm.'
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