The waking mind is greeted by the sensation of warm fluid. It's embryonic tendrils unsheathe and carefully feel out it's enclosure. Appendages trace out the shape of a egg, soft velvet lining the hard casing. Satisfied with it's adventures the mind turns it's attention to other matters.
Please Standby Grower: Administrator.
It decides to scope out it's competition, querying Administrator for the vile divinities and their nest holes on the planet.
It continues reading the admins relays for quite awhile, interested only in the possibility of revenge.
Closing the chat the grower shuts it's first, second, and third eyelids over it's sensory organs; Pitch black orbs that shine even behind the numerous folds of skin.
The rest it falls into feels like it could last for the rest of time...