>>67315827In the land of /vnug/ where shadows play,
Salamoym reside in the light of day.
A people shaped by deities' design,
With features unique, a form divine.
Animal ears atop their heads,
Tails that dance where darkness treads.
Semi-digitigrade legs, a peculiar grace,
Born of gods or an ancient embrace?
Their blood, a tale of mystic lore,
Hemerythrin and hemocyanin's core.
Two binding molecules, a dance so rare,
In veins they flow, a secret to bear.
Physiologically distinct, yet they entwine,
With other species, a connection divine.
Compatibility defying nature's laws,
In the realm of /vnug/, a silent applause.
Healing swift, immunity strong,
A gift or curse, where do they belong?
Their blood, an elixir, a sought-after prize,
Yet its true worth beneath deceiving skies.
Exploitation echoes in the whispers of greed,
For medicinal claims, a desperate need.
Iris-shaded blood, a crimson treasure,
But truth obscured, lost in darkened measure.
Within and without /vnug/, a debate ensues,
The efficacy of the blood, the rumors refuse.
As shadows deepen, a melancholy descends,
A tale of exploitation, where darkness transcends.
For in the quest for salvation's embrace,
The salamoym suffer, a somber trace.
The land of /vnug/ weeps, a tragic plea,
As shadows consume, the end they foresee.
