Mother made sure we would be safe in the darkness, she left us deep inside our food and ran away to die just like we all will some day. I am surrounded by my siblings as we feast on meat and the weakest ones until we eventually reach the surface.
The others look at us strangely and say we were not meant to eat meat, we were made for plants and fibre but we did eat fibre. It covered the meat and was as moist as the strange children we ate on our way to the surface. The others still didn't approve and said we weren't as we should be.
And so they rejected us. For a while after we were left alone with our meat and the strange children who continued to eat it away from the inside, from deeper than we had ever been. They were dark, twitching things who spat out their words, nothing soft or shimmersome about them at all.
We thought we were mistakes until the meat began to shimmer too. Slowly a pale version of the meat rose up, pushing through the strange children until it was free to float above us like the moon outside that all the others circled obsessively.
The meat became our moon and we guided it outside, we guided it up and into the sky.
We all know they use the moon to navigate.
We all know they lay their larvae in dark, warm places.
This brings us to the beginning of our story.
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