A lush field for the berserker moose to graze, once again free from any threat to its peace. Unlike the vicious monster recently squished, this fine male seeks nothing more than to feast upon luscious grass. Gaiting around, he searches for the perfect patch, eventually settling near a growth of vibrant flowers. Before lowering to begin his feeding bout, he quickly scans the area to ensure no new threat is lurking. Danger sense remains silent, and nothing unusual catches the moose’s eyes.  The moose opens its mouth and begins consuming the surrounding fauna. To the moose, it was merely food. The sight of this behemoth unknowingly swallowing small insects excites a nearby jelly-like creature. If it copied those small insects to enter the behemoth, surely it could win from within. Despite the looming chance of potential failure, such thoughts excite Calamity as it flows away, its thirst for power silencing its fear.

Manoeuvring its way through the grasslands, jelly-like Calamity arrives at the site of its recent defeat. Looking at its own messy remains, it begins to ponder. Should it reclaim its old self? At first, the answer seems obvious, but a thought arises as it stretches. Wouldn’t the moose come to destroy it again? With such fear guiding the monster, it decides to hide its corpse to reclaim another day. The amorphous state it’s in now was undoubtedly weak, yet the abilities it has fought for remain. The big rat's eyes grant it sharp vision. The field spider’s potent venom still flows. Greatest of all, the behemoth didn’t seem able to sense it. So long as Calamity finds a way in, victory remains a possibility. All that’s left is to hunt, devour, and disguise as an unassuming insect.

The first thing Calamity struggled with wasn’t finding an insect but deciding which to use. It hadn’t noticed this before, but the sheer abundance was staggering. They were nearly everywhere. Coming to understand why behemoths like the moose accidentally swallow these things, the validity of its plan strengthens. Then it saw the perfect target. In the distance was a white squishy parasite known as a tick. Closing the distance, albeit slowly due to its current form, Calamity prepares to strike. Upon arriving at the blade of grass, its prey seems to become less visible. Pushing onward, Calamity slides onto the tick, casing it within its flesh before beginning to eagerly drizzle spider venom. Unlike previous encounters, it experiences minimal resistance and decides to immediately enter its cocoon state.

Having entered its cocoon state once again, Calamity begins the process of absorption. Within sloshes a pool of venom, made anew into soup by the melting tick. Slowly but surely, the mixture is drunk, leaving space to build a new vessel. Choices once alien made swiftly, a form made not for power, but a form of weakness. Lessons once learnt are forgotten in search of the shape necessary to infiltrate the moose. The cocoon’s vile walls wither. Like a blooming flower, it slowly peels away, yet nothing stands on the stage illuminated by light.

Perched upon a rather impressive blade of grass, an insect sporting a long body supported by six thin legs scans its surroundings. The wind blows, and the beautiful dragonfly’s wings beat the air as it takes off. Nearby, another insect loses its footing and is thrown by the gentle wind. It softly lands in a forest of grey trees, its legs feeling the dry skin below. Skittering around this squishy being finds a softer spot to latch onto. This tick will spend some time with the rodent until it’s ready to become an adult.

The big rat serving as this tick’s host wanders many places, ignoring her parasite’s presence. Days pass by in a blur for the small insect, unaware of the various places it’s been. From the giant grasslands to lakes that shimmer under the moss-light. It has been yet has not experienced, its mind consumed by the sole desire to feed. With each passing cycle of day and night, it slowly becomes fatter. At this rate, it won’t be long until it’s ready to grow up.

In search of food, the big rat returns to the grasslands. Scuttling around, this opportunistic omnivore searches for something to eat. In the distance, she spots a lone ant. Dashing forward, the rat opens its mouth, ready to scoop up the insect. The ground quakes, stopping her dead in her tracks. Close by, a mighty berserker moose fights a defensive battle against two wolves with brilliant fur. Dislodged by the intense shaking, the tick falls from the now fleeing rat, left helplessly waving its leg in the air. Unable to roll over due to its bloated size, the tick is left alone to roast.

With one last charge, the berserker moose fends off its aggressive attackers. It stands resolute for a moment, seemingly waiting for some sort of signal. It appears satisfied as it turns around, beginning to trot in the direction of the upside-down tick. Legs begin to wave wildly in the air again as the tick once again attempts to flip over. The all-consuming hunger is replaced by a forgotten fear. Vivid memories of a chase flash through its mind as the moose looms above. Its legs flail faster to no avail. The moose’s teeth are revealed, and something warm drips onto the flailing tick.

Alongside the surrounding grass, the tick is swallowed by the moose’s jaws. Its small body tumbles around as grass is broken apart by tough teeth. Be it due to size or luck, the tick avoids being chewed up. The moose swallows. Pushed along by the mushy grass, the tick slides down a hot tunnel. Unable to hold onto the contracting throat, the tick is sent further in until it's suddenly airborne. It plops down into the stomach. The onset of a burning sensation sends the tick into a panic. Its little legs scramble to get atop the floating grass. As pain engulfs its body, an old memory of pain is triggered.