Something in my chest opened. There is so much space and air and warmth there. I feel lighter, it came on during the chrysalis phase, when in fact my chest was crumpled, physically speaking. But the warmth was growing there. It was so relaxing to be held in the chrysalis that I was barely conscious of any specific transformations or any of the specifics of the imaginal discs or anything beyond the vulnerability and feeling the subtle movements of the breeze and the earth.