Jan 04 2016, 12:21 PM
Suspended in animation inside his green garnet chrysalis, Laurel felt the pull of the outside world. He felt it so strongly, it forced his little black eyes open for the first time. So tiny was this golden sparrow that his egg-shaped chrysalis lay nearly invisible in the grasses and ferns of Eridanus. And these same grasses and ferns, trees and flowers, vines and mosses, were what was now pulling Laurel out into the world. The feeling of slow, deliberate movement to reach outward and upward pushed him against his slowly-breaking garnet egg. And then it split cleanly in two — two beautiful, sparkling pieces of forest-green gemstones sitting in the leaf-litter.
Laurel tumbled down to the ground, dripping in amniotic fluid, and filling his tiny lungs for the first time. He lay nestled in the warm grass, feeling blood flow through his veins like water flows through a plant. He could feel every plant around him in a five-foot radius, and the feeling was glorious and euphoric. He was not Laurel the sparrow in that moment. No… In that moment, he was a plant, surrounded by others of his kind. He lay belly-down on the ground, brown wings spread out, cheek pressed into the grass… and he meditated there, feeling the thrumming of life all around him…
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Laurel tumbled down to the ground, dripping in amniotic fluid, and filling his tiny lungs for the first time. He lay nestled in the warm grass, feeling blood flow through his veins like water flows through a plant. He could feel every plant around him in a five-foot radius, and the feeling was glorious and euphoric. He was not Laurel the sparrow in that moment. No… In that moment, he was a plant, surrounded by others of his kind. He lay belly-down on the ground, brown wings spread out, cheek pressed into the grass… and he meditated there, feeling the thrumming of life all around him…
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