Eggs here. Eggs there. Eggs everywhere. So many translucent, slimy little pillars of gelatin like shells glowing in the moon lit hour of the midnight. Spread like slums on green cabbage leaves. New and soft cabbage leaves that will cater to the pillars, so they’ll one day forget they were caterpillars and find themselves transformed into something absolutely different. The grubs inside, stirring, waiting for tomorrow to come, when the night gives way to day, so will they give way to a new life.
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