The cocoon begins to harden as his dying body starts to undergo a rebirth of rejuvenation. His cells humm with life. The organism continues to eat away at the rot and dead flesh turning it into budding energy of life reshaping the structure of his physiology down to the core.
"Finally I can have a home, somewhere I can belong". Infantile innocence sings out of the shell of the egg with a humm.
"Thank you for sharing your temple, I have been without a sanctuary for so long. Maybe we can help each other". The voice chirps with childlike wisdom.
"For now fall into slumber, I'll wake you once everything has been completed". They emphasise as much comfort and safety in their tone like a mothers embrace.
"I see you have been existing without a way to operate. In return for your sacrifice I will help. You have my thanks friend. Now it's time to get to work". They say glowing with gratitude screaming out through the very fabric of the man's genome.
