Ringing began. In an abyss. A single point, nothingness. A perfect vacuity of existence. An immense distance between light and dark. A treacherous void, inhospitable, but there, defying. It is exact, perhaps perfect. It is existing, this…nothing.
And as if the first moment of birth, young, uneasy eyes open, ingesting this new reality. All axes ready. Movement is hindered, but thought remains intact. The gears of life turn, each cog and spring turn into action and energy, and the engine to consciousness erupts. The roaring burden of life is fed into the mechanism, and light is made.
Illuminating an alien veracity, a world? It is unclear, above and below remains a blinding light. The humming has been replaced with an overwhelming whooshing of…movement?
The next boundary has been compromised. The pain threshold, established and tested. A reaction follows. A cry, shrill and foreign. An unexpected fluid-like rumble enters from the throat, and a memory is born.

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