Nov 27 2017, 04:20 PM
In a tiny alcove, sheltered away from the lights of Polaris and amongst a nest of bones that were once its own, a small orb of livid pink was nestled. But its long stasis was about to end. Small creaks were emerging from within as, bit by bit, a tiny creature began to stir into consciousness.
It strained and struggled, soon feeling something give way. on the surface, a tiny crack appeared, a tiny drop of fluid oozing down the face of the orb. and then another crack... and another. light streamed into the chrysalis, and a small, thin nose pushed its way to freedom. Then a small, pink foot followed, avian claws scratching at the pearl surface.
Another great heave, and another crack... and then one half of the orb fell away, setting a bedraggled chick, nearly bald except for grey wisps plastered against its sides, free into a slightly wider world. opening its hard-topped muzzle, it keened loudly, eyes still fixed firmly shut. Tiny wings, formerly fastened to its sides, beat frantically as pins and needles surged through its entire body. From its prison it fell forward and collapsed onto the ground, toes stretching out before it. With every movement its small, floppy ears picked up a blur of sound that was bleached bones clattering against bones.
it let out another hungry keen, struggling onto shaky and wobbly legs but soon falling down.
It didn't know what it was crying for, but it was unlikely to be heard; for the tiny newborn was completely trapped inside a dome of completely clear quartz, as though the little one was an exhibit to be marvelled at.
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"Speech looks like this."
"Thoughts look like this."
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