Chapter 1.1
He did not know what came first.
True consciousness or awareness.
It seemed, to him, the from one moment to the next, he became aware, but, at the same time, he was in a muddled state for a long time, never truly awake.
Not that he was confused just by that.
Everything was confusing at the moment.
He did not seem to have any memory, but knowledge was something that he did have.
No matter how he thought about things, this did not seem normal.
The Nameless One was confused by a lot of things, in fact.
He did not have a name, although he thought that he should already have one.
He did not know where he was, and he did not know how to interpret what he did know about where he found himself in, for it seemed that he was both in a small place and in a vast space at the same time, somehow he had the awareness of being in two places at once, and both places were, somehow, overlaying each other.
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That, too, did not seem normal to him.
He did not even know what he was.
The Nameless One felt the he both had and did not have a body.
He DID know he had a soul.
Somehow.
'Maybe I am a ghost?'
That did not feel right.
The Nameless One felt confused.
This confusion kept him distracted for a long time that seemed to pass in just a moment.
Even his sense of time was out of whack.
The first change in his circumstances was a feeling of pressure that he felt, growing in his soul, something that he was not sure he was supposed to feel with.
The pressure also made him aware of something coursing through him, both through his soul and his paradoxically existing body.
A type of energy that seemed to bolster his confused mind, allowing him to keep his wits even with the mounting pressure that seemed growingly determined to suppress him.
Growing even more confused, but sure that he should not allow this pressure to win this undetermined battle, the Nameless One concentrated on this mysterious energy, trying to use it to strengthening his mind and soul.
Even with no memories of his own, the Nameless One knew that what he set out to do was beyond anything he ever did in whatever past he had, seemingly needing all his will for a small gain that did not seem to change anything, but also seemed to change everything.
With each passing moment, his soul was weakened by the outside pressure, and with each passing moment his soul was strengthened by this mysterious energy that he had access to.
Time soon lost it's meaning to him, all his concentration kept at this battle that he found himself in that he could no longer contemplate where he was or what he was.
The Nameless One did not know if it was minutes, days, months or even years before the pressure disappeared, but when it did, he suddenly knew that his soul was a hundred times stronger then it was supposed to be.
His awareness of his surroundings also came back, and his now stronger soul allowed to better parse what he was aware of.
He was in a Cave that from his innate knowledge was both undisturbed by mortal hands and beyond anything that nature could naturally create, where natural rock formations seemed to have an artistic feel, somewhat giving the cave an ambiance that even the greatest of mortal architecture did not have the slimmest of chances of copying, where natural multi-colored lights seemed to shine every color of the rainbow, and many even beyond that, and flashed in tune with unheard music without rhyme or reason and danced from place to place, seemingly random, but here was an order to it, he was sure.
The Cave seemed to be as confusing as anything the Nameless One knew so far, but he was sure that this Cave was the vast space he became aware of at the beginning.
The small place, on the other hand, seemed to be the small egg that he became aware he was in in the center of the cave.
'Wait a sec! I'm an egg?!'