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We are.
We have been growing for centuries, since before time.
We have been spreading beneath your feet. While you were sleeping, while you were telling night stories.
We have always been here, we are always here.
We belong to the darkness. We flow, slimy, like water.
We infiltrate through the cracks, through the weaknesses of your structures.
To become monsters, to become accomplices.
We are the digestors of rocks. We digest everything, we swallow through every pore of our bodies.
We are expanded plural, we are many plurals.
We are the past and the present, a constant becoming.
We are all and none.
We are many.
You can't see us but you can feel our absence.
You can't see us but you can smell us.
You can't see us but we hold the world.
We are everywhere: on your skin, in your brain, in your stomach.
Give me water.
We know you've been ignoring us. We don't care.
We are the creators of matter.