Corelane's Literatures

A body spasms on a cool metal table. Each jerk, each twist is mesmerizing. A dance almost. She has seen it time and time again for centuries, aeons possibly. And yet it never happens quite the same. Each creature has its own choreography, she thinks of gathering several at once to watch them writhe in synchrony. She wonders if they will feed off of one another. If this being part of a herd will affect the quality and style of dance. She wonders about a lot of things.