And All Things Will End
You are in a tight enclosed space. The walls are warm, and cradle you. Your limbs thrust out of your writhing gelatinous core. You were at peace, until your consciousness was yanked from the void and thrusted into this prison of flesh.
What is happening? It was warm, but now it is cold. You are outside the flesh of another now. You lie in a pile of squishy material and sticky substance. Your limbs flail indiscriminately. Your stomach shrinks. You cry. A large imposing figure looms over you, wide eyes inspecting every facet. It wraps you in its arms, and then you are in darkness. Wet darkness. Your eyes don't work that well here. You cry some more. Something wet is shoved into your mouth. Your jaw moves reflexively, chewing it down. It tastes good. It is satisfying. Your stomach swells. You stop crying. You are content.
You are cradled in the arms of your mother. You feel no need to go anywhere else.
Time passes. Neither of you move. Mother starts feeling colder. Her arms grow rigid. The skin sloughs off of her face.
Tears well in your eyes, and you start to wail and cry.
Why do you cry?
« Go Back What is happening? It was warm, but now it is cold. You are outside the flesh of another now. You lie in a pile of squishy material and sticky substance. Your limbs flail indiscriminately. Your stomach shrinks. You cry. A large imposing figure looms over you, wide eyes inspecting every facet. It wraps you in its arms, and then you are in darkness. Wet darkness. Your eyes don't work that well here. You cry some more. Something wet is shoved into your mouth. Your jaw moves reflexively, chewing it down. It tastes good. It is satisfying. Your stomach swells. You stop crying. You are content.
You are cradled in the arms of your mother. You feel no need to go anywhere else.
Time passes. Neither of you move. Mother starts feeling colder. Her arms grow rigid. The skin sloughs off of her face.
Tears well in your eyes, and you start to wail and cry.
Why do you cry?