STAGE 1
Where am I?
It is soft around me. It provides food. I must reach for it.
There is warmth. I must reach for it.
I broke through the softness. There is an abundance of warmth. It surrounded me like the softness. But it was not as heavy.
I learn. The warmth comes from one direction. That direction is harder to reach for. I must grow stronger.
I grow, but not fast enough. The softness doesn’t provide me enough. I must grow more arms to gather more warmth.
My surroundings became clearer. I could make out the softness I was once a part of. I could see the warmth. It came when it was blue, and was lost when it was black.
I saw others like me. They surround me.
I grew more. I could see further away. I noticed there were more like me.
Do they see me too?
I felt the softness move. Then again. A steady pattern, growing stronger and stronger.
A strange object came from the warmth. It shook the softness once they touched. The source of the movement.
I had never seen such a strange thing. It went back into the warmth. Then came back, this time further away.
Then again. Again. Each time it left a shape in the softness. I could not see it anymore, but I felt it moving the softness.
It is gone. What was it? I want to see more.
I must grow.