It happened, what? No idea.   Feelings, sensations, toughts, existance itself maybe.   The thing is that just a minute ago I didn’t exist, and that confuses me to no end.   I … What am I? A hope? A dream? A thought? A living being?   No, none of those, but rather a fusion of them, I am a tought, a hope, a dream, a being, a prayer, I... am a god. (this is just a idea I came up with on a sleepless night, no stable releases, might be a month or two between chapters, depends on the inspiration I have)