#(dont question the caption. i too do not know much. the scene just entered my mind and it doesn't want to pay rent ToT)

[yakny]

They stood, in abject horror, as a heavy acrid smell of rust, of butchered meat and its rotten fermentation under the sun, entered their nostrils. The cocoon bled through its growing fissures, spurting and slopping down, till it darkened the sand with red. Left behind were pulpous strings of fat and unground flesh, clotting thickly upon the sand. "Someone tried to kill me, again. Someone I know, has," the hemorrhaging cocoon gently sorrowed, spoke its words like lullabies without tune. "I do not know any of you."