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A large frosty oval contains two different creatures. Machine on one side with sheen and serenity, the Egg struggles unknowing and insane in its melody. Its skin has not hardened, its form undeveloped still.
Machine inches forward and clunks like a metronome. It runs its cold digits across the soft fleshiness. Egg recoils and shivers, still searching for comfort. Blind, deaf and mute - dislodged from its origins.
Squirming and writhing in unborn convulsions, Egg is pulled onwards by invisible forces.
Agitated.
Machine watches with inexhaustible patience.
Egg needs hot fluid, the shroud and the soupiness. Soundscapes of safety. A sweet stinking universe.
Rhythms pulse through them both. Egg jerks around again.
Screaming silence to thunderous cacophony, these transitions are so hard to take.
Agitated, but then... Stillness settles in.
A change in its whirring whims, Machine no longer waits. Machine starts to calculate. Machine starts to cultivate.
Takes Egg into insides. Pistons begin to pump. Patience has new purpose, absorbing through metal tubes.
Machine sits in soundscapes of burning, bright industry.
It stews and stirs, a parent of infamy.
Machine inches forward and clunks like a metronome. It runs its cold digits across the soft fleshiness. Egg recoils and shivers, still searching for comfort. Blind, deaf and mute - dislodged from its origins.
Squirming and writhing in unborn convulsions, Egg is pulled onwards by invisible forces.
Agitated.
Machine watches with inexhaustible patience.
Egg needs hot fluid, the shroud and the soupiness. Soundscapes of safety. A sweet stinking universe.
Rhythms pulse through them both. Egg jerks around again.
Screaming silence to thunderous cacophony, these transitions are so hard to take.
Agitated, but then... Stillness settles in.
A change in its whirring whims, Machine no longer waits. Machine starts to calculate. Machine starts to cultivate.
Takes Egg into insides. Pistons begin to pump. Patience has new purpose, absorbing through metal tubes.
Machine sits in soundscapes of burning, bright industry.
It stews and stirs, a parent of infamy.
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