Humans hatch from eggs, and demons from crystals. It is
clear which is the more elegant species. And there's more.
There was a human called Paco, who washed dishes and dreamed
of princesses. The more he washed, the more he dreamed.
Demons, they are not like that. Paco met a girl, who was not
afraid of his scars, and she kissed him on his hands. The
dishes sparkled. He gave up his career for her, and they
sank to the depths of the Atlantic together. The scuba gear
cost more than his life.

When they found the city, she asked to be kissed, and he
first removed his headpiece, and then hers. The ruined
columns glowed Palmolively, and they were as happy as could
be expected. She felt at home, and pointed to the shards at
her feet. "Here I hatched" she said, and let him touch her
heartbeat. But he ran out of air, and perished. Her slender
hand aloft, she cast a spell to turn him into a dead fish.

This is a happy ending, for if they were to mate, who knows
what abomination would have hatched? Always keep your eggs
in the same basket.

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