My mother and I are walking along a paved trail in a rural area without season. When we take a turn, my perspective changes entirely and so does Mum. She's now Molly. Molly and I squat in the trail. There are a few faceless people watching. I sit on a pile of rocks, which gradually falls apart until finally I feel skin on my ankle. I look at the pile and turns out to be a grotesque, slimed-out snake whose skin has the consistency of a sloppily glazed doughnut. I try to move quickly, but my legs have trouble getting started. I finally get about six feet away from it and lean up against a rickety fence. The snake hauls ass in my direction and climbs up into my pants.
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