Trixie woke feeling sore and stiff.
Workers clambered over her legs as though they were just another root in the tangled outer wall of the chamber, but it didn't bother her, not anymore.
The soft light emanating from the vast cloud of dust swirling above her shone as though it were a star, its yellow light dull and diffuse, hidden by a thick cloud of gas.
Lying there, looking up at the wispy shadows moving in the dust storm swirling overhead, Trixie realized that this one chamber was larger than the flight deck on the Rift Valley. She was hungry and thirsty, but at least she was warm and dry.
Cautiously, she peered over the side of the gnarled root she was sheltered behind. There, in the distance, halfway around the curved sides of the chamber, was a thinker. The dark creature was moving away from her.