Behind the magnifying glasses, a cluster of entities wandered about in fluid motion, some small and red, some large and white, an entire world of blobs floating purposefully in a clear liquid, the internal structure of living things.
They stared at the little living world in disbelief until its intentional motion slowed down to a full stop.
“Nothing is what it seems,” Rahima whispered in a daze. “I will never be able to take what I see in front of my eyes for granted again.”
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Read the transcript in The Margins.
