It seemed nothing at all could enter, at first.
   Parts that still had patterns of what they used to be, would consider
   it, and then stop.
   It took some time. Some sitting by the edge of this strange idea of
   safety. For normality to collect, for war to filter out, for parts that
   might have gone together before, to collect together again.
   Eventually a strange-looking lifeform was able to come together. The
   parts of the writhing mess involved in sustaining the safe area added
   oxygen, and this new or old lifeform breathed.