Chapter 01

In an unknown place, a small and minuscule fiber of consciousness emerged from the void itself.

Surrounded by an apparently endless sea of darkness, the small fiber of consciousness dove into the waves of the unknown, floating and swaying slightly between the strange tide.

Where am I?

It wondered.

It felt an enormous sense of emptiness, it did not remember who it is or what it is. It could not distinguish its up from its down. It was lost and disoriented. Strangely, the only latent instinct pulsing in the small fiber of consciousness was an indescribable desire that told it that it had to grow. It had to grow and grow, and only then could it survive this turbulence.

Following that instinct, the small fiber of consciousness began to grow, rapidly expanding to every corner and encompassing as much space as it could. As its consciousness strengthened and became more and more large, it also gained a greater concentration and a greater sense of self.

As it grew and swayed with the waves, after an indeterminate amount of time, the small fiber of consciousness realized that, at some point, without noticing, it had obtained a body of its own.

It could feel it clearly.

Its newly obtained body consisted of a handful of mere cells that reproduced, died, and revived at an incredibly accelerated pace in a repetitive cycle that seemed to have no end.

Is this my body?

It observed with wonder as the cells gathered, doubled, and died. Its body was incredibly evolving and changing at a speed that was visible to the naked eye. It was incredible.

The small fiber of consciousness observed all this with wonder, and gradually it became aware of its own existence.

It realized that it was a living being.

A living being with body and mind.

Although well, the body is still in full development.

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VERSION GRAMMARLY:

In an unknown place, a minuscule fiber of consciousness emerged from the void itself.

Surrounded by an endless sea of darkness, the small fiber of consciousness dove into the waves of the unknown, floating and swaying slightly between the strange tide.

Where am I?

It wandered.

It felt an enormous sense of emptiness, it did not remember who it is or what it is. It could not distinguish its up from its own. It was lost and disoriented. Strangely, the only latent instinct pulsing in the small fiber of consciousness was an indescribable desire that told it that it had to grow. It had to grow and grow, and only then could it survive this turbulence.

Following that instinct, the small fiber of consciousness began to grow, rapidly expanding to every corner and encompassing as much space as it could. As its consciousness strengthened and became larger and larger, it also gained a greater concentration and a greater sense of self.

As it grew and swayed with the waves, after an indeterminate amount of time, the small fiber of consciousness realized that, at some point, without noticing, it had obtained a body of its own.

It could feel it.

Its newly obtained body consisted of a handful of mere cells that reproduced, died, and revived at an incredibly accelerated pace in a repetitive cycle that seemed to have no end.

Is this my body?

It observed with wonder as the cells gathered, doubled, and died. Its body was incredibly evolving and changing at a speed that was visible to the naked eye. It was incredible.

The small fiber of consciousness observed all this with wonder, and gradually it became aware of its existence.

It realized that it was a living being.

A living being with body and mind.

Although well, the body is still in full development.

FIN GRAMMARLY

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PART2

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"This is incredible!" cried the small fiber of consciousness with fervent emotion.

"I'm alive!"

"I'm not dead, I'm still alive..."!

... What?

...

Wait a second.

Why did I think I was dead?

The small fiber of consciousness stopped, and looked around at the dark surroundings with doubt and confusion.

I remember waking up in this dark world, it's the only memory I have, but then... why do I feel like I don't belong here?

Why do I feel like my story doesn't start here?

Many doubts arose in its mind.

And those doubts began to accumulate one after the other, until finally leading to a simple question:

Who am I?

The small fiber of consciousness could feel that before waking up in this place, it was "someone else." Someone with a past and a story. It could feel very clearly inside that it had a past, a background, an identity that, in some way, it couldn't remember.

Why can't I remember it?

Who am I?

He asked himself again.

Feeling a painful sense of uncertainty and panic, the small fiber of consciousness began to rewind its last memories. He wanted to discover who he was. He rewound his memories until he reached the first moment when he woke up in this place. He remembered that slight moment when he emerged from nothingness itself. That was the last memory.

No! That's not what I'm looking for!

I can clearly feel that there's something more behind it.

I can feel that I have a past before getting to this place!

Squeezing his consciousness with frustration and anguish, the small fiber of consciousness decided that he had to dig deeper within himself if he wanted to discover his background. Determined to achieve it, he ventured into the depths of his memories and gradually, he began to feel something out of place among his memories.

A hole in his memories somehow led him to discover a mysterious world covered by a dense mist that obscured what was beyond. This inner world that was guarded and buried in the depths of his own soul was an incredibly vast and extensive world. Covered in its entirety by a wide mist that generated a sense of uncertainty and confusion. From the inside, strange sounds and distorted shapes were seen and heard that vanished into the mist.

What the hell is this place?

The small fiber of consciousness observed this hidden inner world with confusion, and when it tried to advance to investigate, the mist blocked its path and it could not advance. Shit! He tried again, but he failed again. No matter how hard he tried to advance, the small fiber of consciousness couldn't do it. The mist somehow formed a barrier around this mysterious inner world.

The most frustrating part for the small fiber of consciousness was that as it looked at this mysterious inner world, it began to feel that something within the mist seemed to call him. Something was hiding there and that something was continuously calling him.

With the passage of time, the small fiber of consciousness began to discover that behind that veil of mist that covered this mysterious world, was a part of its own identity that it had long forgotten. And as it gradually uncovered the truth, it finally understood what was calling him from within that misty world. It was calling him back to his true self.

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VERSION GRAMMARLY

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"This is incredible!" cried the small fiber of consciousness with fervent emotion.

"I'm alive!"

"I'm not dead, I'm still alive..."!

... What?

...

Wait a second.

Why did I think I was dead?

The small fiber of consciousness stopped and looked around at the dark surroundings with doubt and confusion.

I remember waking up in this dark world, it's the only memory I have, but then... why do I feel like I don't belong here?

Why do I feel like my story doesn't start here?

Many doubts arose in its mind.

And those doubts began to accumulate one after the other until finally leading to a simple question:

Who am I?

The small fiber of consciousness could feel that before waking up in this place, it was "someone else." Someone with a past and a story. It could feel very clearly inside that it had a past, a background, an identity that, in some way, it couldn't remember.

Why can't I remember it?

Who am I?

He asked himself again.

Feeling a painful sense of uncertainty and panic, the small fiber of consciousness began to rewind its last memories. He wanted to discover who he was. He rewound his memories until he reached the first moment when he woke up in this place. He remembered that slight moment when he emerged from nothingness itself. That was the last memory.

No! That's not what I'm looking for!

I can feel that there's something more behind it.

I can feel that I have a past before getting to this place!

Squeezing his consciousness with frustration and anguish, the small fiber of consciousness decided that he had to dig deeper within himself if he wanted to discover his background. Determined to achieve it, he ventured into the depths of his memories and gradually, he began to feel something out of place among his memories.

A hole in his memories somehow led him to discover a mysterious world covered by a dense mist that obscured what was beyond. This inner world that was guarded and buried in the depths of his soul was incredibly vast and extensive. Covered in its entirety by a wide mist that generated a sense of uncertainty and confusion. From the inside, strange sounds and distorted shapes were seen and heard that vanished into the mist.

What the hell is this place?

The small fiber of consciousness observed this hidden inner world with confusion, and when it tried to advance to investigate, the mist blocked its path and it could not advance. Shit! He tried again, but he failed again. No matter how hard he tried to advance, the small fiber of consciousness couldn't do it. The mist somehow formed a barrier around this mysterious inner world.

The most frustrating part for the small fiber of consciousness was that as it looked at this mysterious inner world, it began to feel that something within the mist seemed to call him. Something was hiding there and that something was continuously calling him.

Over time, the small fiber of consciousness began to discover that behind that veil of mist that covered this mysterious world, was a part of its own identity that it had long forgotten. And as it gradually uncovered the truth, it finally understood what was calling him from within that misty world. It was calling him back to his true self.

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FIN GRAMMARLY

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PART3

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Those crystals that floated in the mist, creating distorted shapes and sometimes generating strange sounds, were the memories he was searching for.

They were the memories of his past life!

Filled with desires to discover who he was, the small fiber of consciousness threw itself with all its strength towards the veil of mist that protected the floating crystal fragments with the intention of crossing it. But no matter how hard he tried, all his attempts ended in failure.

Why can't I cross it!?

The small fiber of consciousness screamed with fury.

Those are my memories! Why won't you let me get them!?

He tried again to cross the veil of mist, but was rejected again. He was too weak to try to cross the mist barrier that protected those fragments of memories.

If he wanted to succeed in breaking that barrier, he had to first become stronger.

Only by becoming stronger could he cross that damn barrier.

You'll see!

I'm going to get my memories no matter what!

...

After realizing that in his current state he would not be successful, the small fiber of consciousness temporarily set aside the issue of fragmented memories and focused on his new body. His body, which until now was nothing more than a pile of cells that joined and multiplied over and over again, had at some point gone on to take a more defined form.

A small tube had formed, which seemed to be the base of his new body.

That small tube, over time, underwent a transformation that made it grow, stretching upwards to form what would be the spine of his new body.

Then, at the top, which could be said to be the head of the body itself, a pair of holes emerged to shape the creation of the eyes, ears, nose, and a channel that would form the throat along with a subdeveloped mouth.

Then came a pair of limbs that began to grow on the sides of the body as if they were small protuberances.

These formless protuberances were the hands and legs of his new body.

Four limbs, two hands, two legs, a head, two eyes, two ears, a nose, and a mouth.

By this time, the small fiber of consciousness, observing the development of his new body, knew that the new body that was being created was...

It was a fetus.

A fetus in the process of becoming a human being.

Time passed.

His new body continued to develop at an astonishing speed, and as his body grew and became stronger, in some way the small fiber of consciousness also felt that he was becoming stronger. His thoughts were now becoming clearer and more concise, while his analytical capacity grew.

He immersed himself again in the deep sea of his own soul and again arrived at the edge of that mysterious world.

... I'm back

He thought as he looked at the mysterious world covered in mist.

He took his first step inside the veil of mist and felt...

They took their first step within the veil of mist and felt a sense of rejection from the barrier. But this time, the rejection was less intense. Still, they continued to feel a sense of pressure as they entered the mist.

But now, the small strand of consciousness did not plan to turn back.

They moved forward and delved into the mist.

Instantly, the pressure rose to gigantic levels and the small strand of consciousness felt like they were being crushed by a damn mountain. Their consciousness was pushed against the ground and they could barely move forward. It would have been best to retreat, since the pressure had exceeded their estimation. They thought that after strengthening themselves, they could cross more easily, but they were wrong. The interior of the barrier was even heavier than the exterior edge.

Despite this, the small strand of consciousness did not retreat and continued to advance with difficulty.

After a while, they finally managed to glimpse a floating crystal in front of them.

In the distance, more floating crystals could be seen, but the one in front of them was the closest and easiest to obtain at the moment.

So they did not hesitate to approach and touch it.

But...

At that instant...

Ahhhhhh!

A violent surge of pain ran through their entire being.

Their consciousness darkened.

And they saw an image.

The image showed a dying man bleeding on the ground. The mysterious man had suffered multiple wounds all over his body. Not far from the man were several dead bodies, which wore black suits. The man had fought against those black-clad subjects and defeated them all.

Now the man was bleeding from his wounds and was in his last moments.

Before dying, the man took a cigarette from his pocket with the last bit of strength he had left and decided to smoke one last cigarette in front of a starry night sky.

In the end, the man did not finish the cigarette and slowly closed his eyes until he died.

After seeing this image, this old and distant memory, the small strand of consciousness could not help but wonder.

Is that man... am I?