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Is this what we become? At each turn on my journey I find only more to taint my spirit and my flesh. The fanged maws erupt around me when my back is turned.

I hear them chattering and spitting. Sometimes they scream sounds that may be words. Perhaps my name.

I haven't removed my exosuit in many cycles. I'm afraid to look at my own skin. I know it will be seething, pus-wet and pitted. I have become a vector of infection.

The corruption of something ruinous lives in my flesh. Don't come looking for me.