It finally awoke and started coming out of the shell when the smile on the shell became not hypnotic enough to keep it in its sleep.

Through a chasm of the shell, it slowly crawled out, the shell covered with the lingering memories of what was gone and the fearful numbness of what was to come.

It slowly crawled out of the shell. To breathe new, chaotic, and sweet air. To get drunk by fresh dews. The world was about to be reborn with it.

There it was, the day of metamorphosis!

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