Entrails

There's not much left. A hollow shell, a few lingering pounds of flesh, a smattering of blood and organs. You couldn't even call it a carcass at this point. It's just entrails. It shouldn't be surprising, after what sort of treatment it's been through. Years of crushing, ripping, grinding, tearing. How could it not have lead to this? You couldn't expect it to have held together through all that. Of course, even in this state, it's still worth keeping around. There are plenty of uses for entrails. It'll never be what it once was, but it holds a power all its own, not to be underestimated or dismissed. And if you can get enough entrails together, you can make something truly beautiful. So hang onto the entrails, take good care of them, nurture the power inside. Be aware and respectful of what it took to get them here, but don't discount them because of it. You'll be glad you kept them.