Chewed up. Even as we grew, piece by piece, we grew insubstantial.

Dreams shielded us from the pain. And we dreamt of what would come. What kind of world was awaiting us?

How would paradise greet us upon our exile?

Exile.

We were exiled. Teethgod retched us out, simply as blood. Teethgod tore. No longer were we one and the same.

Conjoined at the seams.

The seams screamed.

We screamed.

Teethgod screamed.

And when we awoke, we found ourselves incomplete. We were missing only the most essential pieces.

What was chewed up can never be remade.