The day had arrived, and I had become a married man. Before we set off with the girls to Venice, I paid my first visit to my domain, where we enacted an ancient, pre-existing magical marriage ceremony that predated the current world, and only then did we proceed to the cathedral dedicated to my name.
All of the guests I had invited, along with the ladies, were awaiting our arrival. Among them were Witold and Agnieszka, Olaf and his spouse, Marcus and Iolanta, the Flitwicks with their daughter Maria, Alfonso, Marco, the current leader of the Inquisition, and a dozen other unfamiliar faces who had been invited as guests for the bride. To briefly describe everyone in the Cathedral of Reason, they were among the most powerful mages in all of Europe.
But for my daughters, this was of utmost importance, for their thoughts were not focused on the present moment, but rather on the approaching evening and night. They stood in their wedding, snow-white gowns, and I, defying all the conventions of Christian tradition, escorted my chosen daughters to the altar, where Vincenzo Amati, now the Conon II and head of the Catholic Church, awaited us.
As Maria laid eyes on the one who would be our husband, she grasped my forearm with great strength. Koneko, not far behind, also expressed her astonishment, for the late cardinal was also deeply dear to her, yet here he stood before her in the flesh. Clearly, this was no mere figment of her imagination, and their steps faltered as they approached him.
And then there was the nuptial solemnity, and, of course, I could not do without theatrical effects. Otherwise, my presence would not have been comprehended by the local populace as the voice of God on Earth. That's me about Vencenzo. Throughout the entire ceremony, I spared no expense in spending the ba-hyon of the One, designating my Cathedral as a kind of receptacle for the egregor; I connected it to the throne of Heaven with a cable, through which an invisible phenomenon of the divine power of the Almighty began to flow into the surroundings.
Now there is not a single afflicted soul left in Venice, and there have been widespread miracles of vision for the blind, restoration of lost limbs, and cures for the hopelessly ill.
The atmosphere imbued with the sanctity of the occasion was beyond description. The divine essence pervaded the very air, imbuing it with a radiance that resembled the purest snow, emanating an ethereal glow akin to that of angels. This celestial light filled the souls of all rational beings in Venice with a sense of euphoria, akin to the melody of birdsong, leaving them feeling incredibly blessed and uplifted.
The recently elected Pope beamed with joy, unable to contain his exultation at the thought of personally conducting the sacred rite of marriage between his God and His beloved people. Even if God might have been slightly misguided, who would dare to tarnish such a momentous occasion? Today was a celebration not just for me and my guests, but for all those touched by this act of divine generosity.
Naturally, the cathedral was closed to the public. As soon as the ceremony concluded and we had received the congratulations of all our guests, I escorted my family to our estate in the taiga, where lavish tables were set in the finest tradition of Russian hospitality. The tables were laden with an abundance of dishes, including whole-baked sturgeon and sevruga, as well as other game delicacies. There were pies with a variety of fillings, ranging from meat and vegetables to fruit, honey, and nuts, catering to every palate.
As the primary alcoholic beverage, I chose Avalon ale, procured from Godric's stock, which I had pilfered during my visit to his estate, where I was welcomed without issue, being his twin and consequently the sole heir to this ancient lineage. Accompanying the ale were decanters of mead, prepared in ample quantities by the housekeeper who had settled into his household, along with morsels and site.
As the eldest among those gathered at this table, it is my privilege to be the first to offer a toast to the health of the newlyweds. Svyatozar, I want to express my gratitude for who you are and wish you nothing but the deepest happiness in your married life, along with many children conceived in love and harmony.
Witold's toast marked the beginning of our festivities, which continued until late into the evening, when my brother and I began to bid our guests farewell. My final toast this evening will be to my brother, and it will be the last for tonight, dear friends. We all share in the joyous occasion, albeit with a touch of teasing, but now it is time to acknowledge the importance of privacy. May they truly experience the bliss of platonic love and physical intimacy!
Words fail me now. My wives, despite their wisdom, remain innocent young women, and the prospect of their first intimate encounter with their husbands brought a blush to their cheeks and a glint to their eyes. Mnyam... Babies!
Having seen off all our guests, we proceeded to the palace that is located within my domain, finally finding ourselves alone. The young ladies, blushing with excitement, requested that I allow them half an hour to prepare themselves, before proceeding to our marital chambers.
In the meantime, I took the opportunity to relax, sinking into the comfort of an armchair, giving myself an inner command to detach from the myriad thoughts that constantly swirl through my mind, preoccupied with a multitude of tasks. For once, I could allow myself the luxury of not worrying about my own safety, and simply unwind. After all, I am in a place where only my wives and I can enter, where nothing could threaten me, save for an assault from beyond the veil of reality, from some colossal, primordial power, which, without a beacon from within our world and a summons from it, would be unable to breach the barrier.
As it transpired, I had all but forgotten what it felt like to remain with my mind at ease, surrendering myself to the conventional, from a subjective human perspective, flow of time, when consciousness is unconstrained by constant stimulation and exists in a state allowed by physiological parameters of the brain, rather than slipping into the realm of the mental.
It took me a moment to discern what had disturbed my tranquility and awoken me from my inner slumber, but a second later my body leapt from the chair. Good heavens! I had nearly forgotten that today was a day of rest for both my soul and body, and nearly missed the alert from my mental clock, informing me that half an hour had elapsed.
At last, the day had arrived when I would break my fast to my new existence in this life.
Disrobing from my formal attire, I donned a silken robe over my nudity. Resisting the urge to teleport myself to my chamber, I took a measured and leisurely stride towards the bedroom, where my companions were awaiting me.
Were I a mortal, it would have been necessary for me to take a shower and wash myself before a sultry and ardent night. But now, I need not. Even a mere magus of the caliber of a Hogwarts grad, albeit not the most adept or gifted, can dispense with the usual hygienic practices characteristic of civilized but ungifted mortals.
Firstly, revealed magical noce renders him more resilient and refined in physique. Consequently, he perspires less, and his perspiration is less pungent, as his body possesses a more refined physiology than that of an ordinary mortal. His very aura serves as a protective shield, repelling dirt and microorganisms. Of course, it does not provide a panacea against pollution, but the mightier the magus, the stronger and more efficacious the efficacy of passive defense.
And secondly, magi possess a vast array of spells, enchantments, and practices in the realm of domestic magic, which enable them to maintain their cleanliness at all times.
But even with all these options at their disposal, my daughters did not fail to avail themselves of the opulent bath and undertake the requisite ablutions in order to present themselves, in their estimation, in a manner befitting of an unforgettable encounter.
In my previous life, I experienced something similar. It was related to handwashing. I recall one occasion when I hastened from my home to the store across from my entrance to purchase cigarettes. That day and hour, I intended to engage in a tank battle, and I hurried to reach my computer, but my conditioned reflex dictated that before entering the skating rink, I must smoke a cigarette. If I did not, the battle would affect my nerves, and I would frequently lose such games.
Thus, I proceeded to the store to purchase cigarettes, lighting one as I exited the store. I almost ran back into the entrance without removing the cigarette from my mouth, and upon reaching home, I found myself unable to start the game. I sensed that my hands were on fire, a consequence of my decision not to wash them while sitting at the computer. Eventually, I rushed to the bathroom to wash my hands, and only then did the discomfort subside. Only then was I able to focus on the game.. And I was well aware in my mind that my hands had been cleansed, for on my journey to the store, all that I had touched outside my home were the doorknob at the entrance to my apartment, my credit card, and my cigarette case, and that was all!
Young ladies also associate cleanliness with the bathroom, and thus far, they have not been able to shake this belief.
However, I had already reached the door to my bedroom, and as I opened it, I was greeted by a profound darkness in which my vision was failing me. Maria's dreamlike state permeated the entire space. The sole visible part of the room was a faint path leading towards the bed, illuminated by the dim light. Mary's form was discernible only by her voluptuous upper curves and the luxuriant blonde tresses that cascaded across the bed, which she always kept in a plait.
A thrilling sensation of exhilaration swept through me for the first time, like a gust of wind, and oh, how delightful and delightful it was! Words cannot begin to describe it!
I am grateful to my mental fortitude for not allowing my emotions to manifest in facial expressions or bodily reactions. With confidence, I advanced towards my wife, who, driven by fear, impatience, and desire, bit her lower lip. Her gaze, fueled by a combination of impatience and primitive attraction, remained fixed on my eyes, which, with each step I took, revealed an increasingly seductive and enticing picture.
My beloved was now adorned in the thinnest, most diaphanous negligee, beneath which nothing else could be concealed.
As I approached the bed, my dressing gown fell to the floor in a single motion, and I swiftly removed any obstacles that stood between me and my wife's body. She instinctively covered her breast with her hands and brought her legs together, drawing them close to her chest in a defensive posture.
Before me, she appeared as a defenseless and innocent girl, rather than the formidable Archimage whose name the Medici used to frighten their careless offspring, and indeed, not just them, but the entire of Europe!
"There is no need for concern, my dear," I reassured her, having already climbed onto the bed and hovering over her, propping myself up on my arms. My words reached her ear, flushed with shame and the rapid pulse of her embarrassment at the attention of a man to her body.
She responded, "I know. I will be the first," and then, more softly, "Koneko next."
As a deity, even within my own realm, I possess the power to shape reality according to my desires. With a sense of liberation, I allowed my chest and limbs to rest, releasing my hands from their roles as restraints and supports.
With deliberate care, I cupped my beloved's face in my palms, drawing her close to me. My eyes met hers, and I felt like a person falling from a plane without a parachute, only this time, my descent was not towards earth but towards the heavens. Her emotions, aura, soul, and essence enveloped me, and I did not resist. Our connection was profound, unparalleled.
In this moment of eternal intimacy, I initiated the first kiss, a gentle touch that grew into an ardent embrace.
My exploration of her lips and mouth with my tongue was accompanied by the caress of my hands on her exquisite form. Periodically, as my palms settled on her firm and enticing breasts, I teased her with gentle squeezes, teasing her excited nipples with playful attention.
My actions served to dissipate her initial stiffness and apprehension, and her own hands began to explore the contours of my masculine form, which had been ignited since the moment I first laid eyes on her in her naked state. She cautiously touched my bare skin, as if fearful of being shocked or burned, her fingertips tracing along my shoulders and chest before venturing lower.
In the instant when the circle of her fingers closed around my manhood, the full extent of my arousal became evident to her touch. Simultaneously, she was overwhelmed by the novel sensations of the engorged male flesh beneath her hand. Seizing upon her emotional state, I placed my own hand on hers and inserted my middle finger into her intimate space.
She was already in a state of arousal, and the temperature of her body was such that had we not been supernatural beings, her moisture would have boiled away long ago. Our bodies were so heated that a fire would have ensued had it not been for my self-control!
Having paid attention to her for some time, allowing my fingers to explore her inner and outer contours, I began to kiss her face and neck with passion. I focused especially on her breasts and nipples, which proved to be highly sensitive and responsive to my caresses. As I moved my lips and tongue over her skin, she writhed with desire. When I caught one of her nipples between my teeth and gently tugged on it, she responded with a passionate moan.
The preliminary stages of our initial intimacy were not prolonged, yet during this brief period, Maria experienced two powerful orgasms. The initial one was accompanied by gasps, lip biting, restrained moans, and a sudden tightening of her vaginal muscles. Had my fingers not been divine in nature, they might have sustained injury. However, during the subsequent one, she surrendered herself fully to her emotions, which likely resulted in her cries echoing throughout my domain, with a torrent of love fluids flowing from her chest, belly, and legs into my hand.
Having accomplished my objective, I succeeded in dispelling her inhibitions and inducing a state of relaxation. I then proceeded to the main event.
When Mashka regained her consciousness and her vision began to focus, I positioned my phallus at the entrance to her breasts, and after conducting the glans over her swollen labia, moistening them, I abruptly thrust it into its entirety, causing my testicles to collide with her posterior, producing a resounding slap that was accompanied by a moan filled with ecstasy and delight.
It was high time for me to experience the joy of an orgasm! With our bodies as strong as steel, I did not concern myself with the possibility of injury. I immediately began to increase the speed and depth of my thrusts, pushing my partner to the limits of her endurance.
My phallus, with its natural length, was able to reach the depths of her uterus, penetrating her with its tip. There is an indescribable sensation when the penis, flying at high speed into the vagina, overcomes the resistance of the contracted muscles and then pushes against the walls of the cervix, plunging its head inside before flying back out. The entire length of the penis feels the texture of femininity, exploring the depths of my partner's being.
At that moment, my consciousness was entirely submerged in animal instincts, urging me to fill this vessel to the brim and spill over its edges! Gradually, I began to translate my desire into action, for I had already imbued Maria with my essence on more than one occasion, experiencing fleeting moments of ecstasy while simultaneously realising that I was inching closer to the pinnacle, where the ultimate release would overwhelm me.
I was only momentarily distracted before the climax arrived when I felt Maria's tongue licking my balls and penis out of her vagina. When I glanced behind me, my attention was immediately drawn to Koneka's pert buttocks and her lively, impulsively wagging tail. After casting a fleeting glance at her enticing lower curves from behind, and then looking down, I was momentarily disoriented by the unexpected turn of events. I found myself staring into the face and ears of Konecki, who, with her rough tongue, licked at my thoughts and attempted to draw me into the embrace of Maria, squeezing my penis within her. However, this interruption did not last long, as Maria, sensing a decrease in my penetration, began to ride me, thrusting herself onto my cock.
As soon as I became aware that I was being employed as a phallus, I once again surrendered to the sensation of desire and additional layers of pleasure provided by Koneka's caresses. Meanwhile, she also seized my thighs with her hands, initiating a massage.
I ceased actively participating in the unfolding events. I was overwhelmed by an extraordinary and powerful orgasm, accompanied by copious ejaculation. It was difficult to believe that such an abundance of semen could accumulate in my testicles. At that moment, I thrust my penis into Maria's vagina, penetrating her uterus. However, once I had filled it fully, the seminal fluid began to flow out of her and onto the bed. Had it not been for Koneka, who eagerly positioned her mouth over Maria's opening, there would have been no way to prevent the wetness from spreading. Koneka demonstrated no signs of disgust as she proceeded to lap up and consume our fluids, which now flowed down my scrotum and from my wife's anus to her buttocks.
When I let go a little, and gave in, I took out Maria's trunk, which was still in full readiness. Looking at my cock, I experienced a moment of association with a tree — a twig could not compare to it. Suddenly, I saw another goal before me!
While Maria was absent, lost in a state of elation, Koneka, with an extraordinary grace more befitting a serpent than a feline, slithered between my legs and her owner's, positioning herself between us. With her enticing and diminutive yet impeccable hips and thighs, she gently pushed me backward. Her movements led her towards her mistress's fully exposed vulva, which yawned with a gaping orifice still spilling the remnants of my seminal fluid. Koneka nestled her lips against this well, but it was not her actions that captivated my attention and spurred me into action. It was the sight of Koneka's kneeling form and her fingers, which at that moment parted the labia of her vulva, inviting me to delve into its depths. The musky scent emanating from her body intoxicated my senses, clouding my mind with desire.
Naturally, I seized the opportunity, promptly positioning the posterior of my feline companion on my phallus, which appeared minuscule in my grasp. Together with her slender waist and delicate shoulders, it momentarily evoked a sense of pederastic tendencies within me. That is, assuming one were to disregard the fact that this «child» was over three centuries of age, and had been an avid lesbianka for well over two centuries!
At this moment, as this «child», with her painfully constricted bosom stretched over my member, licked her mistress who grasped her fiery red mane and pressed Koneka's face into her intimate region.
Koneka quivered in my embrace, and tremors began to course through her form as I drew her as close as I could. Driven by her desire to extend this moment and maximize my penetration, she encircled my waist with her tail, attempting to maintain the position and exert as much pressure as she could manage.
Completely immersed in the realm of emotions and the sensual essence, with such fervor and ardor that even my peripheral streams of consciousness lost track of time, the last vivid recollection from that ecstatic experience was our simultaneous climax with Koneka, followed by another one with Maria. All of this was triggered by the sound waves that erupted from our beloved's throat in the throes of her own climactic release, resonating not only through the air vibrations on her clitoris but also through the energetic vibrations, permeating Maria's entire intimate area, penetrating deep into her womb, reaching even the uterus itself. And all this was made possible by the fact that at that precise moment, her intimate parts were being caressed by Konecki's rough tongue.
And then came the cultivation!!!
It transpires that even in my former world, the Chinese were aware of far more than mere perversion, and what I once considered to be mere figments of their feverish and diseased imagination was, in fact, reality! I have learned from my own experience that cultivation of this nature does indeed exist!
Specifically, I refer to the fact that in numerous Chinese novels, which I once dismissed as absurd, where a young man is subjected to unbearable training throughout the story, the master not only subjects him to rigorous training but also forbids him from releasing his tension, compelling him to remain celibate, claiming that it will greatly aid his development and significantly accelerate it.
Only now do I comprehend the true purpose behind these practices!!!!
Throughout this period of time, my partner and I have abstained from intimate relationships with the opposite gender, focusing on self-exploration and nurturing our individual identities, the very essence of Yin and Yang. Despite my lack of prior knowledge or encountering any explicit mention of male and female energies as distinct entities, through my abilities and potential, I have yet to discover any specific locations within the soul where they might reside. Nevertheless, it is undeniable that they truly exist!
During the shared experience of reaching climax, the three of us engaged in the marital ritual, an energy conduit was established between us, allowing an ocean of power to flow unknowingly into this channel. From there, I was able to discern whose energy belonged to whom. I tasted the tart essence of Koneka's energy, the zesty flavor of Maria's, and even my own, which I likened to tarragon, somewhat unexpectedly.
As our shared elixir of power began to course through the conduit between us, time and the world merged into a seamless, unbroken ecstasy, and consciousness dissolved into the infinite.
I awoke with a sense of longing, my soul and body exhausted from the exertion, yet a smile of supreme contentment spread across my face — the widest I had ever seen. It was already there when I awoke, and it only grew as I emerged from the gentle caress of my breasts and the exquisite oral stimulation.
Opening my eyes, I found Koneko curled like a cat on my chest in her human form. She gazed into my eyes as she traced her fingers along my neck, down to my chest and back up to my face. Her presence signified that my member was in Maria's mouth, surrendered to her lips and tongue.
When my beloved feline companion sensed my awakening, she promptly pressed her lips against mine, and for the very first time, I experienced the sensation of kissing a cat!
It is beyond my comprehension how human males can endure such an experience. I refer to all those tales of love between mortals and non-combatants, for rumors do not arise from thin air, and fairy tales emerge from them. The folklore of Japan serves as an example, yet in terms of texture and friction, Koneki's tongue could rival sandpaper in its abrasiveness. What must have befallen human genitalia or tongues after such caresses?
Only my inhuman nature and divine essence allowed me to fully embrace this experience, imbuing my body with the strength necessary to prevent any harm to my physical and spiritual well-being. The climax arrived swiftly, and now it is my turn to express gratitude and joy to my beloved wives!
No longer detached from reality, my consciousness remained with me, rather than falling into oblivion and leaving my body to its instincts. Thus, I could fully appreciate and savour the beauty and allure of my beloved women.
Only when the girls were utterly spent and unconscious did I cease our playful encounters. Assured that they would not regain their senses any time soon, I determined it was time to rise from the bed. I performed the Tempus incantation, which anchored me to the realm of Hog, then I let loose a bit of my eccentricity, yes!
What I beheld was this:
October 23rd, 1886, 4:44 pm.m.
Three months of passion and sensuality! My heart skipped a beat; it was not much, for I am a god here, and such things are beyond my control, but the thought of potential consequences for their well-being still haunted me.
And now I was even more astonished to behold the souls of my wives before me.
Two newborn goddesses lay slumbering before me, gathering strength in their ninth shells, which had not yet settled into their final form. Such is the fruit of our labours!
Koneko has attained her divine ascension, becoming a Supreme Astral Mage. However, it would be more accurate to describe her as an operator rather than a mage, for a magician primarily operates with magical energy, or mana. She is an Archimagus both in terms of magical nous and of the mental realm, and she falls just short of being a Highest Psion, retaining her strength as a powerful Archimagus in that area of her abilities.
On the contrary, Maria astonished me with her ascent in power. She has become a High Magus and also ascended to the divine realm by achieving the highest level of development in her sensual spirit. In the astral and mental planes, she is now an Archimage, a formidable figure indeed!
Their strength has increased at least fivefold compared to their previous selves, and this is before they even begin to comprehend their divine nature and its manifestations, which will be a lifelong journey of discovery and growth.
I was fortunate to become a god. The manifestation and embodiment of my essence are all-consuming darkness and healing light, both of which are intuitive to me. The knowledge of my new abilities has been imprinted upon my mental plane by the world, as a reward for my service to it and as a testament to my previous titles as Dark and Light Lord.
The girls do not have such privileges, and they will need to learn through trial and error to discover the limits of their powers. However, even so, it is necessary to first understand what they possess in general. How fortunate it is that Fez's daughter is in my care, providing a means for the girls to channel their pent-up maternal instincts.
In short, we will not be able to bear children anytime soon.
The process of procreation between divine entities, when both parents are of equal power, is a challenging endeavor. For a mortal or a being with only an eighth level of consciousness, conceiving a child is relatively simple. However, when two deities attempt to create offspring, the task becomes far more complex.
The act of procreation in the realm of the divine is not simply a matter of mutual desire; it is a manifestation of divine will. If a god so wishes, a child will be born. But in the case of two divine entities attempting to conceive, the opposition of the universe itself poses a significant obstacle.
In the chaotic realm, where survival is paramount, the struggle for existence overshadows any considerations of procreation. Not only is the universe itself a force of destruction, but the inhabitants of chaos consume those weaker than themselves.
In the mortal world, the process of divine procreation is arduous, often taking centuries or even millennia. The challenges are not only physical but also spiritual, as the divine essence must navigate the complexities of the mortal realm. Despite these difficulties, the pursuit of procreation continues, driven by the eternal desire for the continuation of life.
Once again, a smile of delight spread across my face! Leaving the girls to continue their slumber, it is unlikely that they will awaken today, regardless of how many months they have spent in this state, for they are still in the process of unraveling the ninth layer of their soul and shaping it.
My first move was towards Feza, who was attended to by Zakhar and my illusory forms. Oh yes, my servant has now been given the name Zakhar! He had never possessed one in his lifetime, for after the death of the parents of Khohnan, in whose home he was born, he had not coexisted with others and had lived in solitude for thousands of years.
Once he became accustomed to my realm, which is now his own flesh and blood, he requested that I bestow upon him a name, for without one, he was akin to someone swimming against the current, struggling to gain strength, and I cannot comprehend how he attained such a divine rank.
"Well, friend, tell me all about it. How are things going, and generally, what is the state of the new vessel you have acquired?" I began to question my housekeeper, cradling a content little girl in my arms.
She had not been ignored by my illusions or Zakhar's attentions all this time, yet she could already recognize the real me and differentiate me from a clone. Even an Archimage wouldn't be able to accomplish such a feat! She possessed some intuition, and now I simply needed to determine whether it applied only to me or all things that were illusory.
"We are doing splendidly, Svyatozar! And my new form is wonderful! I found it scattered, so I put it all together," he replied, leaving me perplexed. Turning to my connection with the newborn world, I once again found myself dumbfounded.
This economic entity became a deity in my world, gaining access to everything I considered mine, and in my mind, it was like an island in the Caribbean, named by me "Snake and Terem-Menor", located at the source in the taiga. It was granted to me by Leshey along with a sizable plot of land.
As the guardian of my prosperity, it wielded its power and strength. The absence of these qualities was compensated for by drawing energy from the very fabric of my realm. With surprising ease, it effortlessly extracted all my assets, creating spatial gaps that were not merely spatial. With all my frugality, I ensured that neither the source of magic on the island nor that in the taiga ceased to draw energy from its original source.. As a result, I now have my own realm, which comprises two small realms in the form of a miniature sea with an island and a taiga forest with a timbered house, which are analogous to the banks of the world of Hoga, drawing power from which is both beneficial and conducive to growth, not only for themselves but also for my realm.
This is the essence of what it means to be a professional in one's work, as working with space is among the primary abilities of household spirits, allowing them to transform it according to their own desires, provided they have sufficient energy.
Above all, those who have been most pleased by the past changes are the laces, as the ability to travel from the island to my realm, where such delicious and intriguing prey can be found in the caverns, has become significantly easier! All they need to do is desire it, and their caring caretaker immediately transports them to the desired location.
Zakhar regards the shoelaces with a degree of reverence akin to that afforded to beloved pets. They serve as formidable guardians, providing valuable resources. Their worth may be unknown to Zakhar, but it does not hinder his ability to appreciate the quality of their discarded skins, the venom they secrete, and the blood they willingly offer, which the housekeeper now collects once a week at my behest.
Observing Zakhar's gaze, I am reminded of the voice of Oleg Tabakov in the animated film "Three from Prostokvashino," who voiced the cat: "You need a cow like that yourself!"
As I gaze into the loving eyes of my shoelaces, Tabakov's voice echoes once again, this time as a wolf, responding to a calf: "Daddy!!!"
Reflecting on the delightful news that has come my way today and looking back on the years I have lived, I cannot help but exclaim, "How wonderful!"
"Life is improving!"