0:00 You awake to the dull sound of a heartbeat filling your ears. Warmth and comfort overflows from all around, your curled body submerged in warm fluid. Your memory is hazy, your vision black. Where were you? Why do you feel so weak? You try to move but cannot summon the strength. Not even your breathing is your own...

0:43 The sound of a yawn catches your attention, before gravity shifts and the world somewhat shakes. Your hand drifts during the movement across your belly, bumping against some kind of fleshy cord. It's sensitive to the touch and pulsing softly...You feel the need to summon all your strength against the walls around you, pushing out with numb weak limbs. Your movement stirs your surroundings, the owner of the yawn has taken notice...

1:09 One of your little pushes returns a sharp moan, and more are to come before a harsh feeling of exhaustion fills your limbs from squirming. Movement from yourself is replaced by a feeling of pressure. The walls softly pushed down on you from either side...Someone was rubbing you, no they were caressing you through those soft walls. A whim of clarity comes to you through those gentle rubs. You had been looking for the Kindred for what felt like eternity, in particular the one known as the Lamb. You found them, but yet you live...Which meant!

2:02 Voices loomed over the submerged world you were in, the voices of the Kindred...Adrenaline made your body shiver, you were being held deep within the Lamb. Contained within her womb, her voice echoed so clearly through the haze. It was not fear it made you feel, but comfort. A natural warmth filled your chest from her soft voice, calming you down. She knew of your tale, and had been kind in granting the wish deep within your heart...

2:40 The Lamb's voice fades, but her gentle rubbing continues. You can feel the edges of that haze returning to your active mind as you float within her supple womb, making it more difficult to think straight. The thoughts of your past, your desires, even yourself were fading away amidst such gentle sounds echoing within her tummy...

3:42 The Lamb's voice returns, but not a word is spoken. A lullaby flows into the small world around you, filling you with loving warmth. She was helping you to drift to sleep, as a Mother would her dear child. Tiredness swells within as the haze swamps your mind. It's getting too hard to think now, your body falling asleep. Soon your mind catches up with it, your last moments awake before your inevitable future. To be born again as the Lamb's child.

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The singular audio piece I made a long time ago when I was into that sort of thing. Thought I should upload this since support for it was made available after I made it, so it can be enjoyed on the site rather then elsewhere. Changed the thumbnail to a more recent piece. Enjoy.

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