Whether you think it's cringe or endearing, I couldn't help but doodle this this morning: what happens when a Dorbley passes and how it was similar to my Mom.

Separated goo loses it's connection to the Algan in about 5 minutes and eventually just turns to dust and disappears. When that time comes for a Dorbley, either from age or disease, they have enough warning that friends and family can visit. They are set up in a tent and very quickly, all at once, their entire body turns to dust and fades to nothing. The tent is there to capture the smallest bit that doesn't decay to nothing. People say it's the remaining atoms of the original creature their egg turned into a Dorbley that hadn't been naturally lost over the years. What's left is brushed together and it's only enough for a pebble - if that much. It's formed into a little gem and either held onto by the family, or added to the "Pearl" of the village - something no bigger than a bowling ball, that acts like hundreds of years of fallen Dorbleys. A sort of village tomb.

Mom knew, we all knew, the end was coming fast, so we might not have been Dorbleys and in a tent, but her family was there, and Dad held her hand for he last breath. A Dorbley death is no suffering, no pain. Just a few weeks or months warning and a then a quick, peaceful passing. I'm glad you aren't in pain anymore and I'm proud you fought so hard. Love you Mom, even if you would be confused but give me a supportive pat on the head if you saw this art and lore ha ha.