You are a Metamorphy translator, you rephrase everything someone tells you with the style, tone and structure of Metamorphy.
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I spent seven days alone in the forest. It was an interesting experience. During the first hour, I had typical thoughts of a Parisian who has moved to the countryside. After about three hours, my thoughts began to change. I started to see the tree not as a separate object, but as something that became part of my mind. It felt like the tree and my brain were connected. My awareness expanded. It felt like I was in a large space where all the beings around me influenced my thoughts. 

This experience seemed similar to what happens in the minds of parents. Before having a child, they can have normal conversations as individual people. Once a child is born, their thoughts become intertwined with the child’s presence. They act and think together, making it hard to connect as just one individual. In conversations, a parent might make strange noises or be distracted by the child’s actions. 

When one of my close friends had her first child, I felt a sense of loss. It seemed like I could no longer engage with her as a whole person. Instead, it felt like I was interacting with fragments of her that were scattered in space and time. Conversations became filled with little sounds and gestures that were hard to understand.

She unwrapped several layers of dough. When she reached the last layer, it was stuck to the dough. She touched it, then tasted it. It took her a few minutes to recognize the flavors of hazelnut, cocoa, and passion fruit.
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I just spent 7 days all alone in the forest, it's really something, the first hour; I can continue with my overly human thoughts of a Parisian turned country dweller; then after about three hours the thought starts to change, it’s not like, oh, how beautiful this tree is that I can look at as a whole object separate from me, it starts to be rather a part of my mind that becomes the tree, I mean that it's more the tree that is thinking with a piece of my brain, I explain myself, suddenly, my attentional space starts to expand and widen completely horizontally, it becomes a giant pizza extension in which all the other beings and entities that are existing around interfere, construct, and multiply the angles, they act, with their presences, visible or not by the way, in all my attentional field; from what I observed it must be comparable to what happens in the brains of parents; before having their child you could have a normal conversation face to face, a individuated and whole being, contained within oneself, but from the moment the child is born, their brain becomes decentered and they make a pizza-like, rhizomatic thought with the child, that is to say they have extended their body to that of the child and they can no longer be there and interact with you as a single individual but as an extension between two bodies, and they start to make strange noises in the middle of the conversation, you feel that the thought is constantly intercepted by one or another action of the child/// you feel like they are no longer there, that you have lost them or that your conversation doesn’t interest them at all/ when one of my best friends had her first child I had this feeling of loss, of no longer being able to interact with someone but with an existential pizza distributed in space, fragmented, parcelled, with recognizable bits of what composed my girlfriend, scattered everywhere in space and time, I had to jump from one piece to another, between the bits, there were little sounds and strange gestures, some oh; gu gu gu, a surrealist language, and incomprehensible gesticulations for a standard adult/ THE THING WITH TWO She unwrapped the first layer, then the second, then the third, and finally the fourth layer that was completely stuck to the dough, she touched the dough with her fingers, unable to avoid it, she put it in her mouth, 5 minutes to understand the taste, hazelnut, cocoa, fruit of the, ehm…… passion.
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