In the bottom layers of the pyramid, lies a tomb.
It is but one of many, many others, all painfully similar, that make up most of the pyramid. If you find your way down there, in the twisting corridors of nearly identical tombs, there's a particular one, in which you won't find a sarcophagus - you'll find a cocoon.
 
It's not an elegant cocoon, lovingly wrapped in silk. No, it's an ugly thing, made up of writhing flesh and hair, and it is not expected to open after a set amount of time. Like most tombs, the cocoon twists back and forth in time, aging quickly and beginning to crumble and reveal the insides before hurrying back to the beginning, closing holes like they were never there and sitting once more, dormant.
 
I hate the cocoon.
 
Truly, time is distorted there. Many times has the cocoon came to the brink of opening, letting through brilliant rays of light, before closing off again, hiding. With a keen ear you can hear the corresponding thought patterns - the inner harmony slowly being built, the organism growing in both body and mind, and then -
Oh, but you know how it ends. How it always, always ends.
 
I'll break the cocoon.
 
Sometimes it can lay there, asleep, for ages and ages. Sometimes it'll move in unrest, disturbed by haunting visions, before falling into whatever peaceful slumber it can achieve. When it nears opening, you can hear a beating - a heart, a fantastic dream made real, a great empathy that reaches out, blindly grasping, trying...
And then it wounds itself. The blind, ugly, hopeful thing of a creature inside hits the walls around him, hurts the sensitive, newly-made tissue and retreats back in again, sealing itself shut.
 
It's time.
 
Pain and fear will turn into aggression, and it will burst out, unwilling to spend an eternity in waiting. Fleshy, skinless feet will feel the stone beneath, blood from the cocoon will splatter, big white eyes will see for the first time. They will see darkness, but they will not waver. For the first time in so very long, the sound of movement will be heard in the dim corridors of the pyramid. After seeking a way out, it will see the light of day for the first time, and it'll hurt, and it will be good.
 
What the hell. God damn. Be happy without an explanation, and be aware that something stupid will ruin it. But much more distinctly, be aware you're the one ruining it. Stand around waiting, waiting, waiting, ponder death, never ever ponder life. What am I doing with my life? Worthwhile things, I promise, great things. I'm having fun.
Fun? Fun's great. Now do something important. Please. Please, because you're losing yourself without even feeling it. Growing as a person is great, but always grow evenly. If you're growing one way and forgetting the other, you'll come out all twisted. Okay, you ARE twisted, fine, but it's just a shade. Keep it that way. Christ. Alright, Do something. Do something to make yourself happy in a brand new way. You're not the cocoon, you're not the creature, you won't revert again and again. I have an advantage, I'm not a slave to eternity.