The memory
Alex remained trapped in the strange, murky warmth of the egg. The thick, gelatinous substance around him made it hard to process what he was experiencing.
He still couldn't move, still couldn't break free. His mind, fractured by grief and anger, struggled to comprehend his new reality. For now, he could only observe, powerless.
As nothing but a spectator to this memory fragment, he felt like a prisoner in his own mind at his inability to do anything.
From inside the egg, the world outside was a shadowy blur. He felt the ground tremble beneath him again, signalling the approach of something massive.
The silhouette from earlier became clearer, though the egg's shell distorted the figure, blurring its features.
The shape of the creature was enormous, towering above him even in this cocoon-like state.