'You ask of me what I think of other shapes? Well. I think...
: That this shape is not so vile as most believe. There is art to be admired in the tragedy of their supposed existence. Yes?
: That all those who change shape so simply are enviable. But the nature of their change is too simple. I seek something more profound.
: These are those that might bloom. The simplest of shapes- and thus, the simplest to mold.
: They interest me, in their shape. It is not so simple- but neither is it so complex. They toe the line of change. Maybe a dance...
: Many are haughty. Those that believe themselves the pinnacle. But few understand the true meaning of 'magic.' Magic is to change. To transcend.
: I hear tell that their shapes are fascinating to behold. As many and varied as the stars in the sky. I should quite like to meet one someday.
Those with which I am more familiar... They are just so. Familiar. Each shape has a lesson to teach- and so do I learn.
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