Chapter 01

In an unknown place, a tiny, miniscule fiber of consciousness emerged from nothingness itself.

Surrounded by a seemingly endless sea of darkness, the little fiber of consciousness plunged through the waves of the unknown, floating and swaying slightly among the strange tide.

Where am I?

it wondered.

It felt a huge emptiness, couldn't remember who it was or what it was. It couldn't distinguish its up from its down. It was lost and disoriented. Strangely, the only latent instinct that pulsed in the little 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 little fiber of consciousness started growing, quickly expanding to all corners and encompassing as much space as it could. As its consciousness strengthened and grew more and more, it also gained greater concentration and a greater sense of itself.

And after an indeterminate amount of time, the small fiber of consciousness realized that, at some point, without realizing it, it had obtained its own body.

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 in amazement as the cells joined, duplicated, and died. Its body was incredibly evolving and changing at a speed that was visible to the naked eye. It was amazing.

The little fiber of consciousness observed all of this with amazement, and gradually came to realize its own existence. It realized that it was a living being.

A living being with a body and mind.

Although, well, the body is still in full development.

This is amazing!

The little fiber of consciousness cried out with fervent emotion.

I am a living being!

I am not dead, I am still alive...!

... Hm?

..

...

Wait a second.

Why did I think I was dead?

The little fiber of consciousness paused, and looked at its dark surroundings with doubt and confusion.

Remember waking up in this dark world, that's the last memory it had, 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 little 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 could not remember.

Why can't I remember it?

Who am I?

It asked itself again.

Feeling an anguishing feeling of uncertainty and panic, the little fiber of consciousness began to rewind its last memories. It wanted to discover who it was. It rewound its memories until it reached the first moment when it woke up in this place. It remembered that faint moment when it emerged from nothingness itself. That was the last recorded memory.

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

I can clearly feel that there is something more behind.

I can feel that I have a past before arriving at this place!

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

A hole in its memories somehow led it to discover a mysterious world covered by a dense fog that concealed what lay beyond. That inner world that was stored and buried in the depths of its own soul, was an incredibly vast and vast world. Covered in its entirety by a wide mist that generated a feeling of uncertainty and confusion. From the inside, strange sounds and distorted shapes that vanished in the mist were seen and heard.

What the hell is this place?

The little fiber of consciousness observed with disbelief this hidden inner world, and when it tried to advance to investigate, the mist blocked its way and it couldn't move forward. Damn! It tried again, but it failed again. No matter how much it tried to advance, the little fiber of consciousness couldn't do it. The mist somehow formed a barrier around this mysterious inner world.

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

With time, the little fiber of consciousness discovered that behind the veil of mist that covered this mysterious inner world, a huge amount of memories fragmented into tens of floating crystals was hidden.

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

They were the memories of its past life!

Filled with a desire to discover who it was, the little fiber of consciousness threw itself with all its might towards the veil of mist that protected the floating crystal fragments with the intention of crossing it. But no matter how much it tried, all its attempts ended in failure.

Why can't I cross it!?

The little fiber of consciousness screamed with fury.

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

It tried to cross the veil of mist again, but was rejected once more. It was too weak to attempt to cross the mist barrier that protected those fragments of memories.

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

Only by becoming stronger could it cross that damn barrier.

Just wait! I will get my memories no matter what it takes!

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