Nestled into a deep cavity of something weblike, I wonder who I am. I feel and see the ripped tendon-like structures around me, and they connect me to the wall.
Every part where the structures are attached to me release a cool numbing feel around and in my skin. Memories, memories. memories, memories, they feel familiar.
Like the malice I've faced once before. Days ago? Months ago? Years? A previous life? Like the feeling of porcelain cracking and breaking out all over my fingers.
The cold numb just barely eclipses the sting and pure red spilling over my fingers.
Isn't that red supposed to stay inside? The veiny area around me thumps and hums and shakes, faintly bringing another sample of warmth again. This warmth feels different than the last time.
This is... colder. Like some heat already faded.
The shell around me probably brought me another doe that has been dead for oh so long...