The overwhelming force pushed her existence to the limits, it broke apart the golden enclosure. It started to spread and grow through the fissures of the now frail husk, unable to contain the power from within it.
Her existence started to take the form she once had. The golden energy melded and reshaped itself as it grew past the golden orb. Unlike how a hatchling breaks from inside an egg, but rather how a seed breaks past its confines and becomes a plant.
Spots of darkness bleed from inside the golden light, staining its core as the shape grows and grows, assuming a human-like form little by little.
Its previous form reconstitutes itself as the light incorporates texture and outlines, rather than the vague shape of a human silhouette.
The process reverberated a mix of emotions: adrenaline, happiness, and anxiety started to pump into her still amorphous existence even if it lacked the proper organs to allow those sensations to exist yet.
