In the void between Cain's words, which take shape as white blank places not that much different from the separating black that they stain, we can see that expanding eggs are nearing identity... but due to their oscillator style of existence, the egg-shapes quickly compress again before finally attempting to bead off as ovoid droplets into the non-space of this beyond-world.     Now I needed a new body, and to get it, we would have to kill.