Beginning

It felt... weird. It was the only concept it could think of. It was trapped in a cocoon, a chrysalis of flesh and blood. It struggled futilely, but it knew it was not yet time for it. Its time would come, and when it did, it would emerge. But for now, it lay dormant. It was weak now, but it would grow. It would be the downfall of many things, but now was not its time. A flow of nutrients surged into its cocoon and it absorbed the life-giving fluid with great pleasure. It would grow. It would outlast the stars, outlive the world, and it would thrive. It and all its siblings around would live as they all squirmed in their jelly-like cage. They would grow. Death was not applicable to them. Death was for others. They would grow.