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"I-I don't know what DNA is," croaked Aquaria, her big eyes swiveling in their sockets to take in the whole scene. She was torn between her desire to be Leviathan's friend and her growing feelings about this place. "Making life is for the gods," she finally said after a long hesitation. She hopped over to the fluttering insects nearby and scooped them up with her hand and squeezed - blood and broken wings soon dripping from her grasp. After a moment's consideration, she licked her hand, tongue shooting out with the length of an extra limb. She admitted, ever-thoughtful, "It is good. But why make life when there is so much of it? This place could be a home for many creatures that have no home anywhere else.

 

 

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