Cold, unfeeling, devoid of resonance, neither dead nor immortal.
I wasn't always like this.
From as far back as I can remember, this Starry Abyss was like a witch's Magic Potion.
Boiling, chaotic, rolling in a vacuum with an unreal stench.
At that time, there was neither heaven nor earth, nor living beings.
The shadows of dragon wings had not yet arrived, the titan's blade was not yet sharp, the Magic Eye's schemes were still gestating.
It was a world without joy or sorrow, without the warmth or coldness of the human world, neither void nor complete.
There was no reason for my arrival, I came to this world without choice.
No common sense, no awareness, no loss, no gain.
Unable to recall what I was like at that time, nor did I care what that witch's potion surrounding me meant.
Unaware of beauty or ugliness, indistinguishable between light and dark.
We couldn't even tell if the things existing with us were our kin.
I had no name, I had nothing, I was not me.
