In a pitch dark cavern, there was an egg, an egg darker than black. Ever since it had appeared, the egg had been immersed in a liquid, a liquid colder than water from a mountain stream in winter. The cold liquid caused a thin layer of frost to form over the egg. It was doubtful whether the being inside the egg could survive the cold, but a month after the rip had come and gone, the egg moved. The movement was just a slight shudder, but that shudder was caused not by the liquid drops plinking onto the egg, but was instead caused by the being inside.
Over the course of the following week, the egg's movements strengthened, disturbing the tranquility of the cavern. It would rock back and forth for minutes, even hours at a time until one day, it stopped. Glowing blue patterns that swirled on the egg appeared moments later, constantly changing shape with no apparent pattern. If one was there to look closely, they would see that the shapes formed into a sort of strange story with an unclear meaning. The liquid drops falling on the egg flowed downwards, following the glowing blue lines until it reached the pool. At the end of the story, the lines abruptly changed into a myriad of colours, flashing brightly and painting the dark cavern walls into a beautiful, almost blinding radiance. The egg started to rapidly absorb the liquid pool at an astonishing pace, depleting the pool in a matter of minutes. And yet, instead of growing in size, the egg started to shrink and condense at the same pace as the shrinking pool.
When the egg absorbed all of the liquid in the pool, it had shrunk to the size of a pebble and was colder than ice. The liquid drops still fell onto the egg, but none of the drops made it to the bottom. The swirls emitted a vivid white for the last time, before the colours disappeared with a hiss as the egg started to move once more. A hiss and a crack sounded in the silence, signifying the emergence of life in the cold and dark cavern. The being, tiny as a pebble, crawled out of the egg and faced upwards, greedy for the liquid falling down upon it. As it drank, the egg shell pieces dissolved seemingly into nothing.
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After the being had drunk its fill, it started to crawl around, looking for something else, for its parents or siblings, but found nothing instead. It started to cry out as it crawled, but received no answer. However, as it crawled, the cavern started to grow lighter and warmer. As the being moved forward it sped up, eager to see what could be there. After an unknown amount of time, it reached the mouth of the cavern and saw things other than the liquid and rock it had become used to.
The being slowed down to a stop as it took in the flood of new information. The sky was vast, with the sun the only thing visible. The left side had a stream, the crystal clear waters slowly meandering through the land with a rocky bank alongside it. Beyond the river was a rocky wall that seemed endlessly tall. The right side had trees and plants, unimaginably huge to the small being. The leaves swayed as a breeze swept through, causing some more leaves to fall softly to the ground.
The being started to crawl forward into the sunlight when it noticed something strange. There was no indication of any living thing there that was not the plants on the right. It strained its ears to listen for a sound, any sound that signified life, but could hear nothing but the murmuring of the stream and the wind rustling through the plants. The being grew alert and started to think about what it should do.