It was empty.

When I opened my eyes, all I saw was blue, a blue and vast sky going on for miles in every direction. It stretched on beyond the horizon, and kept going beyond the reach of my eyes.

The first thing I did after gaining consciousness was try to figure out who I was, and more importantly as of now, where I was. Unfortunately for me, both questions currently held no answer. I tried to rack my brain in an effort to recall some sort of memory, some lifeline I could hold on to, but to no avail. According to my brain, I was nobody, and as far as it was concerned, this was the first experience of my life. It was as if I was the first star in the sky, alone in such a vast and empty universe.

Answering the other question, too, proved to be a futile action. This place, this world, for that matter, was all foreign to me. Never in my life had I seen a barren landscape such as this. Actually, I did not recall remembering any other landscapes than the one I saw before me now. Of course, my lack of prior memories did not help me at all in this case. 

I got up from my position on the ground.

Or, at least, I tried. The feeling of using my legs, too, was foreign to me. Although it took me a few tries, I was able to eventually stand on my own two feet.

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Looking around, it seemed as if the whole world was made of the same, pale dust. The ground underneath my feet seemed to be no exception. Although it seemed to be made of dust, however, tapping the surface revealed it to be made of a stone-like material.

Even so, after all was said and done, there was still one burning question left in my mind: "What now?"

The thought resounded in my head, yet I could not think of a solution. The only items I had with my were the clothes on my back, echoing a Greek-style toga.

"Wait, Greek?" I thought. The word sounded familiar to me. A smile grew on my face. I finally had my first clue to figure out who I was! Whatever this "Greek" was, it was clearly something to have to do with who I used to be. However, the clue didn't provide much help if I knew nothing else about it. For example, what even was a "Greek?" Was it a place? A style? I became dejected once more, as I realized my one lifeline to figuring out who I was led to nothing in the end.

I sighed, and tried to decide what to do next, now that the option of trying to dig up past memories had gone to bust.

Seeing as I had nothing better to do, I choose a random direction, and began to walk. The ground felt odd to my feet at first, but I quickly became accustomed to the feeling. I continued to walk, eager to find something new in this empty world of dust. Hopefully, I wasn't the only one here...

And so began the story of Gaia, the Goddess of Nature.