It was born into a child like vibrancy. Impregnated with the ocean shimmering. A mother to a babe of blues and greens, smitten in the eyes of a teen.

A mother not ready to carry the beast. But that’s what the traveling man gave her between the sheets.

A haunting growth for nine months between a scheduled trip to a new form of celibacy. And the fire in her chest suffocating the life she deserves cut short from the pretense.

A mother ready and willing to carry the beast. Yet the man threatens to end her life with ease.

Her trip to safety coming sooner than expected. But to the corner of the flight she retreated. Ismaros - a father - fearing for his wife, accused the wrong demon on board and took its life.

Tension and water breaking - hyperventilating.

As the sweat runs down her brow. She’s gotta push from the hips. Push, push from the hips. Biting down on her lip. With a subtle drip of blood running down her chin. She’s letting the love of the beast in.

Erupting from the Mother’s hips, enter the sun beast, preaching stories didactic. Flies move at 6 frames per second. Stop-motion fragmentation. With the knees giving out to the flow of failing anti-bodies.