Concavenator

Slime molds and glowworms, tongue-eating crustaceans, gall tumors, sea angels, and strap-toothed cetaceans, parasite yew trees and old termite kings, these are a few of my favorite things. Cyclopes created by skewed gene expression [1], scavengers sharing their feast in succession, moths that paint dropping and flies on their wings, these are a few of my favorite things. Paradox tadpoles and immortal jellies, pandoravirus, and whatever the hell is the Ediacaran fauna and its lobes, frills, and rings: these are a few of my favorite things. When I mourn in time the poor thylacine Or the golden toad I remember there's mold that grows its own eyes And that those eyes explode Fifty thousand spiders, and one's vegetarian; there's bees that make honey with flesh from a carrion; [2] some fish walk on grass, the sand shark eats its twins; these are a few of my favorite things. Fairyfly wasps are outsized by bacteria; male anglerfish melt into female posteriors; plant-toilets and frogs that

Solur ni atti yoma qa i serissi, yahar ni imna khaliqy nai "To one who eats only solu fruit, good grass tastes bitter" -- Yoma saying Over the timecycles, many of our brethren have sought a perfect world. Only one I met once who might have found it. By his request I will not write his name; I hope he'll be happier in shadow. I had to pass through many worlds, speak to many explorers, and consult many archives before I could track him down. He was merely an oneirobat apprentice, who had been sent by his master, now dead by old age, to look for a world that had not Fallen. I was very surprised, when I finally talked to his former fellow apprentices, to discover he lived in Meru, crossroads of all the worlds, where despotism and cruelty and duplicity are so abundant, when he could have lived in a land of earnestness and love. Nevertheless, I burnt a little offer to Merikash in thanks and set out to meet him. I found him living in a hovel on a sparsely-built slope of the Mount