Changeling_

 

The dense undergrowth protects me like a shivering cocoon as I whimper towards my newest lonely birth. Old gathered bones and weathered sticks, crack and splinter as they form new limbs. Rotten fruit slides into pale, bleached flesh, strange and untested. Given time, my pulse will start, then quicken, and then a first breath that rips through the silent forest will be mine. What creature I will become from the random wreckage that lies abandoned, nothing knows. All we know is that life is change.