A gestalted dream, stuck within an ovary.

You not so much awakened, but felt you were intruding upon something akin to your room. That initially made you wake up as if what you experienced just now, was but a fading nightmare.

At least, until you looked out from the bedroom window, that was just as egg-like as your last moments, before you felt something akin to a hand, rest upon yourself/her. That felt a bit odd to you. Before your gaze went towards a fresh memory of a familiar guide.

"... And that's, how we're never getting out." {guide_name} said in resigned horror. "We're nothing but a speck of preserved conciousness, within that bitch's sex." Alongside felt horror, despair and anger, wash across you. Giving you a bit of a headache as in empathy, you also felt the escalated depravity, and even liberation some of Veronica's victims are indulging in, by being preserved in a dream-like state.

"Well, guess it's better than the fear of being permamently digested." You guessed. Especially when in some irony, you feel perhaps freer, in a guilded cage. A cage that is being eternally stuck within Veronica's body, for all eternity no doubt...