**The Dark Interior**

As I floated there, tiny and helpless in the belly of the man I had just kissed, I found myself calling out into the darkness, my voice barely above a whisper. "Halsin?" I said, my words muffled and distorted by the walls of flesh that surrounded me. There was a pause, and then a low rumbling voice responded, echoing off the walls of my tiny world. "Ah, you're still there," he said, his words like thunder in the confined space. I swallowed hard, trying to find my courage. "Did... did you enjoy eating me?" I asked, my voice shaking slightly. Halsin's laughter was like a gentle earthquake, causing the liquid darkness to churn and swirl around me. "Enjoy eating you?" he repeated, his voice full of amusement. "I suppose that's one way to put it." I waited in silence, my heart pounding in my chest. What would he say next? Would he tell me that he had savored every moment of consuming me, or would he try to downplay the whole experience? "I must admit," Halsin said finally, his voice low and thoughtful, "I've never experienced anything like that before. You're... different, to say the least." I felt a surge of curiosity, despite the strangeness of my situation. "Different?" I repeated. "What do you mean?" Halsin's laughter again, like a warm and comforting breeze in the darkness. "You have a certain... spark within you," he said. "A spark of magic, of power. It's not something that I've encountered before, at least not in such a concentrated form." I thought about this for a moment, trying to process what Halsin was saying. A spark of magic? What did that even mean? As I pondered, I became aware of a gentle movement around me, like the stirring of a great and sluggish beast. Halsin's digestive juices, I realized, were beginning to churn and bubble, like a slow-cooking stew. I felt a shiver run down my spine, a sense of unease growing within me. What was happening to me? Was I going to be digested, broken down into my constituent parts and absorbed into Halsin's body? And yet, despite my fear, I couldn't shake the feeling that Halsin was not going to harm me. There was something in his voice, something in the way he spoke, that suggested he was trying to understand me, to communicate with me in some way. "What's going to happen to me now?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. There was a pause, and then Halsin responded, his voice low and soothing. "I'm not sure," he said. "But I think we'll figure it out, together."