Back in the cave,
The faint light of dawn crept through the jagged cracks in the stone walls, casting long, uneven shadows that danced across the ground. The golden glow of the cocoons surrounding the group pulsated rhythmically, each pulse echoing like a drumbeat in the silence. The strands of golden light that linked every cocoon to Ethan's radiated a quiet power, their delicate, web-like structure shimmering as if woven from the threads of creation itself. The air vibrated with an almost musical resonance, a low hum that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. It was as if the cave itself was alive, holding its breath in reverence for the transformation unfolding within.
