Everything seemed as usual, content to do its own thing unperturbed. Today seemed like any other, if a little less energetic. The natural motion of things was dazed, the streams weren't bubbling as much as fizzing, the plants didn't sway as much as jiggle. The first sign anything was amiss was the cacophonous echoes of stone fracturing and scraping past itself. The cause of this great uproar was a chrysalis, firmly rooted in the middle of a shallow stream, with moss collected in odd places around it wherever a foothold was to be found. This gave it a mottled appearance, dark green lichens spattered across an asparagus colored base, like some geological easter egg.
The rotund chrysalis was deceptively disproportional, as if a beach ball was swallowed by a crystal. It continued its shrill screeching, crackling as the stone was forced to part. First a set of long curled claws passed the threshold, followed by an arm. The divide grew greater, the shell revealing a dirt brown mass of fur. The chrysalis started to come apart in large chunks, splashing into the small stream as newly awakened life rose out of it. Disappointingly, this hidden treasure was not in fact some ancient yet still inflated beach ball, but an equally pudgy bear cub.