It was an ordinary scene in Canis, the sound of water dripping from the roof into small pools on the floor echoing with every splash around the relatively small room. There was the everpresent and near silent rattle of bones being pushed to and fro by insignificant creatures not worthy of consciousness. It was here, in this den of death that new life would emerge. Already, the tiny squash colored chrysalis which had taken root in some alien beast's rib cage had started to tremble. Over time the life inside of it had grown, causing the crystal itself to expand, the rate of change slow enough to not break the ribs but force them to part at an unnatural angle.
It was this chrysalis which soon became the newest source of ruckus inside of the boneyard. Loud crackles bounced throughout the chamber in nauseating echoes. Ruptures began to form across the once seamless stone, the bone that clutched this amber rock began to fracture itself as the effects of time and the warping from this crystal as it grew took effect. A gargantuan rib snapped, tumbling onto a skull with a dull thud. Fragments of orange mineral dropped onto the stone floor, with many small clinking sounds as they bounced until coming to rest. A tiny ear flicked out of the largest crevice atop the cocoon, the life inside of this stone being disturbed by the terrific noise accompanying its birth. Larger cracks began to blossom, and bigger chunks of crystal sheared off and crashed onto the floor. A fuzzy ball of life was now visible in this open shell, curled up like a caramel bean. When there was not enough material left to support him, the poor squeaker was forced to face the world as he clumsily tumbled to his feet.