**The Aftermath of Excretion**

The warm liquid that had engulfed me had begun to recede, leaving me feeling drained and forlorn. As I lay there, I heard Halsin's voice, a low, rumbling sound that seemed to shake the very foundations of my being. He was speaking, his words a distant hum that I couldn't quite make out. "...what a waste," he said, his voice tinged with a sense of regret and disappointment. "You're just a tiny, insignificant thing, a mere speck of nothingness. You're not even worth noticing, let alone remembering." His words cut deep, a stinging rebuke that seemed to echo through every fiber of my being. I felt small, insignificant, and utterly forgotten. I was just a waste product, a tiny, forgotten thing, lost in the vast expanse of his biology. As I lay there, I couldn't help but think about the journey that had brought me to this point. I had been a part of Halsin's body, a component of his being, and now I was nothing more than a discarded thing, a waste product to be flushed away and forgotten. Halsin's voice seemed to grow louder, more pronounced, as he continued to speak. "You're just a tiny part of me," he said, his words dripping with disdain. "A small, insignificant speck, lost in the vast and uncaring world. You're nothing, a mere trifle, a waste product to be discarded and forgotten." I felt a pang of sadness, a sense of loss and disconnection. I had been a part of Halsin, a component of his biology, and now I was nothing more than a forgotten thing, a waste product to be discarded and forgotten. As Halsin's words faded away, I was left to ponder my own existence. I was a small, forgotten thing, lost in the vast expanse of his biology. I was a waste product, a mere speck of nothingness, and I would remain that way, lost and forgotten, forever. The thought was a bleak one, a cold and unforgiving reality that seemed to stare back at me with a harsh, unyielding gaze. I was nothing, a mere waste product, lost in the vast and uncaring world. And as I lay there, I couldn't help but wonder if I would ever be more than that, or if I would remain forever lost, a small, forgotten thing, adrift in the vast expanse of existence.