Dis Decimari

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Pushkin morphs into a being of otherworldly origin, his body twisted by some unseen force that defies explanation. The delicate features of his face elongate, his eyes widening to an unnatural size as if the very essence of creativity has taken hold of him. His skin takes on a faintly iridescent sheen, reflecting hues of sapphire and amethyst in the dim light. As he stumbles through Moscow's winding streets, Pushkin's words begin to take on a life of their own, manifesting as strange, glowing symbols that dance across the walls like fireflies. His poetry, once a reflection of his own inner turmoil, now becomes a manifestation of the world around him - a kaleidoscope of sounds and images that blur the lines between reality and fantasy. Those who cross his path are drawn into Pushkin's vortex, their minds becoming malleable as clay in the face of his mutated creativity. His words weave a spell of enchantment, transporting them to realms both familiar and unknown, where the very fabric of time and space is woven from the threads of his imagination. And yet, despite this monstrous transformation, Pushkin remains unchanged - a man consumed by his art, driven by an insatiable hunger for expression that knows no bounds. His mutation has unleashed a torrent of creative energy upon the world, leaving in its wake a trail of shattered perceptions and reimagined realities.