It woke with an explosion of sensations, a bang that vibrated and resounded within IT.  For the first time, it felt something. It was overwhelmed by it all, it had no sense what was happening, or even what anything meant. The bang shook It wholly and fully, a ringing and tingly vibration followed in its wake. As time passed the ringing and tingling sensation went away. The sense of it had deadened and went away.

As the vibration passed, numbness rose. An absence of any sensation. It existed and had no idea of anything beyond it. Then a second bang came, more muffled. This one was accompanied by a tearing sensation. It lost feeling in a part of its body. And instead of stillness it now knew motion. As the experience of loss and the tearing sound went away, it was tumbling. Around it was nothingness, void of everything. Stillness returned. Now it started to learn peace and something else. Something that might be called happiness.

It tumbled forward in the darkness, in the nothingness, at peace.

As time passed, the sensations grew into distant memories, and onward it tumbled.

As everything became vaguer, and it could only feel itself, and the absence of self beyond, even the passage of time became vague.

It slumbered and awoke in countless cycles of awareness and for unknown ages. Sometimes it felt minute forces exerting influence on it, trying to claim it for itself. Yet it tumbled ever onward.

Then it felt something grasping. It kept going forward, but now also another direction. It started shaking and tumbling in other direction as it underwent a slowly building but tearing and shredding sensation, until it almost became too much. And then the journey ended with a bang.

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It woke to a soft tickling feeling. A random pattern of soft tickles. A clinging sensation of something that stuck to it. A hard sensation of something stuck to It. Or did It stuck to the other thing? Much of Its presence was touching this new thing. The first continuing confrontation It had with other things was confusing, off-putting and exciting all at the same time. The soft tickles followed by the clinging sensation continued. Was it clingy, maybe slimy or so was more precise. It tried ignoring the tickling sensations and fully devoted it's attention to the large hard presence it was clinging against. Lying against? It had no perspective except its own

It found that it was no longer spinning around. Only now could it decide that It was no longer moving, compared to its earlier state. It didn't know what to think of that. It had no wish to again undergo that tearing sensation. It also felt that its presence had been changed by whatever had happened to it. It was now smaller, and more rounded? But also fuller, no denser at the same time. It continued studying the large presence next to it. It felt like the large presence was keeping It next to it, an implacable presence with an inescapable grip. Its presence was comforted by the idea that there was something big, unwilling to let go it. And so, no longer alone, no longer floating in the dark, it slept.