Metamorphosis for the soft, white worm was not the delicacy and beauty that the small human mind wove dreams about. The turmoil of a creature that was dying to become something else. In the limbo of the last moments of the cocoon, it was neither a worm nor that other thing. The painful twists of becoming nothing, entangled within the slimy, elastic layers in the contracting, decaying cocoon, appeared ugly and even frightening. Only after all that pain did it transform into its monstrous version, which might be beautiful for other species, but not even for itself. (Animated watercolor painting, with my music and sound effects)