The prostitute spat fire.

I was the fire.

I was “shining”.

There were [people].

They tried to take my “shine” away.

So I shone even brighter.

[The people] no longer were there.

More [people] came.

They tried to take my “shine” away too.

So I shone even brighter. [The people] were no longer there.

More [people] came. They tried to take my “shine” again even more fiercely. It hurt, so I shone even brighter.

The pain went away. So did the [people].

They were no longer there.

Why?

I pondered about the reason, but could not reach a conclusion.

The [people] tried to take my “shine” away.

I didn’t let them.

Now I was alone.

It was lonely.

I wanted the [people] back.

I took away my own “shine”.

They didn’t come back.

And I was no longer shining.

Without my shine, I noticed that I looked like the [people].

But how did I notice it? It’s not like I could see myself.

While I was having those thoughts, I took notice of my surroundings.

Under me -the ground- was black. Above me -the sky- was red. And in -front-, there was nothing. Only dim colored darkness.

I tried to look behind me. But I was not able to. Instead, I felt a fierce feeling all over myself and could see the ground.

It hurt. It was painful. This was pain.

I realized that I had fallen over.

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It seemed that I hadn’t had the ability to move this body that resembled the [people].

I could not get up. I tried, I failed.

I tried, I failed.

I tried, I failed.

I tried, I succeeded.

I got up, so I could see behind me. It was still dimly dark.

Since I had no idea of what to do, I decided to move my body to my current “front” in hopes of finding an answer.

After taking several steps, I began to see transparent images.

There were constructions resembling buildings that the [people] would come out of.

They were tall. so so tall. Tall enough to reach the sky.

Suddenly, there was this big shine. A shine so big that you could see it from faraway places.

And then, it engulfed me.

The transparent images end there.

“What was that?” I had asked myself.

There was no reply.

New senses came to me.

My “front” now looked different. It wasn’t just dark before. It had colors. There was brown, red, and black. The sky was also red and black.

It hurt.

An unpleasant feeling reached me from below the things that let me see. There was a bump. I couldn’t see what it looked like underneath it. But that nasty sensation felt like it was burning holes into the little bump.

It hurt.

From my sides, just next to the things that let me see, an even more unique feeling pierced me. I couldn’t see it, but I could sense that there was a particular shape there. And a cold hole at the center of it was picking that unique sensation.

It hurt.

Then I had “remembered”.

The first one was sight. The second was smell. And lastly, the third one was sound.

But what had I remembered? How had I remembered?  I had never had such a body, nor had anyone ever told me what to do. I realized that I was having these thoughts, even though I never learned how to do this.

That was when it hit me. I was once one of the [people], and they are called human.

I was once a human.

I then asked myself, “Then, what am I now?” I knew that I was “shiny”, but I did not know what it was. I took the “shine” anyway, so I could not ponder about it anymore. Maybe someone else could tell me what I am. So I looked around, but no one was there. They didn’t come back even after taking my “shine” away. So I walked. I walked and walked and just walked, never reaching anywhere.

Suddenly, some kind of “sound” started to appear in my head. It grew stronger by the minute.

It said “hi”

I responded, “Hi? What are you?”

It answered “I don’t know. Maybe if you learn more, we’ll get to know what “I” am.”

I asked, “huh? learn what?”

It answered, “things that you don’t know.”

I asked, “what? then, how are you talking to me?”

It answered, “I don’t know. Maybe if you learn more, we’ll get to know how “I” am talking to you.”

I asked, “then, where should I learn? And how should I learn?”

It answered, “Learn it in your “life” "

I asked, “life? what is that”

It answered, “it is your path. it is what you have experienced, and will experience in the future.”

The voice then vanished, as if it never existed, to begin with. I tried calling for it again but to no avail.

so I started moving forward again.

I didn’t stop.