Jack.
Jokul.
These names felt foreign in Anaximander's mind, labels that belonged to someone else, designations that carried weight he had spent eons trying to escape. He shook his head as if he did not want them, as if he did not recognize them, as if the being they referred to was a stranger wearing his face!
THE Creature's gaze softened at this response, understanding filling his multicolored eyes as he continued speaking with the patience of someone who had all the time in Existence.
"Your experiment in defining yourself was a grand one. You lived a life of hardship as the scientist and explorer Anaximander, without any of your memories, without any of your knowledge."
He paused, letting the words settle.
"But your existence is filled with weavings of undifferentiation. Your existence, by nature, is undefined."
