There they flow, the man and his familiar. If every human has an animal companion that lurks and smells and protects and admires as we walk through the world then, on occasion, it meets another. Not everyone believes in this universe of multiple animal daemons, but some do, and that's more than enough. The animal familiars meet one another, when the human souls open and share, and they walk around one another, like galaxies colliding. They search and crane their necks around the get a sense of the otherness. The animal feeds the human a sense of the shadowself and they fold into one another, as a mountain folds into itself as the dark melts into the crease.
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