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When the consciousness of Van Loon slowly returned to his body, the first thing he felt was an indescribable sense of oppression. He seemed to be trapped in a small, damp space, where every breath became difficult. He struggled to open his eyes and explore the surroundings, but his eyelids seemed to be weighed down by something heavy, and he couldn't open them no matter how hard he tried.
He could sense that the space around him seemed to be filled with an unbearable stench, a smell that made his stomach churn and want to vomit. But his body seemed to be weighed down by something heavy, unable to make any response.
The space was damp and sticky, a feeling that made him think of a nauseating possibility - he seemed to be trapped inside some creature. This thought sent shivers down his spine, but he couldn't find any possibility of escape.
As time passed, he felt the increasing oppression around him, as if the creature was trying to expel him. Each squeeze brought unbearable pain, but his body seemed numb, unable to react.
His heart was filled with fear, but he couldn't resist. He could only let that force push him into the unknown, not knowing what he would encounter next.
Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain, and with a powerful force, he was ejected from that nauseating space. His body landed heavily on the soft ground, the impact almost causing him to lose consciousness. With a light cough, he finally felt like he could move, but the foul smell and sticky sensation seemed to still tightly cling to his body, making it unbearable.
Van Loon's consciousness seemed to be almost shattered by a heavy pressure, and his body felt as if it were tightly bound by invisible chains. His consciousness could only drift in this narrow and dark space, trying to find a glimmer of light, a possibility of escape. His eyes were covered by a thick membrane, completely blocking his vision. Whenever he tried to open his eyes, the membrane, as if alive, tightly pressed down on his eyelids, preventing him from seeing anything.
His body became uncontrollable, as if trapped in a shell that did not belong to him. His throat seemed to be blocked by something, preventing him from making any sound. He struggled to break free, to shout out, but could only feel waves of powerlessness and panic spreading in his heart.
Suddenly, he felt something rough licking his body. The rough tongue slid back and forth on his skin, removing the sticky substance from his body. He felt his skin being stimulated and itchy, but he couldn't move at all, allowing the rough tongue to slide over his body. His heart was filled with helplessness and panic, but there was nothing he could do.
He tried hard to make a sound, wanting to express his anxiety and needs. After a great effort, he finally succeeded in making a sound. However, when he heard the sound he made, he was instantly filled with shock and confusion. It turned out to be the sound of a little lamb.
His heart was instantly filled with shock and confusion. He couldn't understand why he was making the sound of "Little lamb." He tried again to make a sound, but once again, it was "Little lamb." He felt his world collapse in an instant, unable to accept the reality before him.
Van Loon felt a warm, hard object poking at his body incessantly. Each poke gave him a strange sensation, making his consciousness clearer. He tried to make this tiny, powerless body stand up, but every effort seemed futile. This new body made him feel incredibly helpless and fragile, completely different from the familiar body he once had.
In the new body, Van Loon felt a kind of persistence and perseverance that did not come from himself. This power seemed to be innate, not belonging to him, but flowing within him, driving him to keep trying to stand up. Whenever he tried to stand up, he could feel a courage and strength supporting him that did not belong to him, making him feel both strange and excited. He was not sure of the source of this power, but infected by it, he began to work hard to adapt to this new body, even though he could not succeed immediately, he could feel that every attempt brought him closer to success.
At the same time, Van Loon also struggled to open his eyes. His eyelids seemed to be sealed by a thick membrane, preventing him from easily seeing the outside world. Every time he tried to open his eyes, he could feel the heaviness of his eyelids and the obstruction of that membrane. He was not sure what it was, just trying hard to see the outside world, to know where he was. However, every effort seemed to be in vain, making him feel extremely frustrated.
Suddenly, Van Loon felt a rough and warm sensation sliding back and forth on his eyes. The sensation made him uncomfortable, but as the rough tongue continued to lick, he felt the membrane in front of his eyes thinning, and the heavy pressure on his eyelids gradually lightening. Finally, after one lick, he was able to slowly open his eyes.
When his eyes finally opened, a strong light pierced through, making it almost unbearable for him to adjust. But he struggled to keep his eyes open, wanting to see clearly the world in front of him. His heart was filled with doubt and anticipation, not knowing what kind of scene would be before him, or what fate awaited him. He could only strive to stay awake, and work hard to understand and adapt to this brand new world and his brand new body.
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