Somewhere calm and loud with the cries and buzzes of the wildlife. Some place where I zone out and place my head against the hard soil. Let the roots over grow me. Have my chest collapse in as I am fed upon by scavengers and decomposers. Just a place I can rest my head for a few centuries.
You’re right, can’t let this ancient thing steal me from you. If I am to sink into anything, it should be your arms instead.