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 Chapter 1

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

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

Where am I?

it asked itself.

He felt a sense of enormous emptiness, he had no memory of who he is or what he is. He could not distinguish his up from his down. He was lost and disoriented. Strangely, the only latent instinct that throbbed in the small fiber of consciousness was an indescribable desire that told him he 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 began to grow, expanding rapidly to all corners and encompassing as much space as it could. As his consciousness grew stronger and larger and larger, he also gained greater concentration and a greater sense of self.

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

It could feel it clearly.

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

Is this my body?

He watched in amazement as cells gathered, duplicated and died. His body was incredibly evolving and changing at a rate that was visible to the naked eye. It was unbelievable.

The little fiber of consciousness watched all this with amazement, and little by little it became aware of its own existence.

It realized that it was a living being.

A living being with a body and a mind.

Although well, the body is still in full development.

This is incredible!

Cried the tiny fiber of consciousness with fervent excitement.

I am a living being!

I'm not dead, I'm still alive...! 

... Huh?

...

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.

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 that my story does not begin in this place?

Many doubts arose in his mind.

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

Who am I?

The little fiber of consciousness could feel that before waking up in this place, I was "someone else". Someone with a past and a history. It could feel it very clearly inside that it had a past, a background behind it, an identity that, somehow, it could not remember.

Why can't I remember?

Who am I?

He asked himself again.

Feeling an anguished sense of uncertainty and panic, the tiny 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 he woke up in this place. He remembered that faint 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 is something else behind it.

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

Squeezing his conscience with frustration and anguish, the tiny fiber of consciousness decided that he had to dig deeper inside himself if he wanted to discover his background. Determined to make it happen, he reached deep into his memories and little by little, he began to sense something out of place among his memories.

A hole in his memories somehow led him to discover a mysterious world covered by a dense fog that hid what lay beyond. That inner world that was guarded and buried deep within his own soul, was an incredibly wide and vast world. Covered in its entirety by a vast fog that generated a sense of uncertainty and bewilderment. From within, strange sounds and distorted shapes could be seen and heard fading into the mist.

What the hell is this place?

The small fiber of consciousness observed with bewilderment this hidden inner world, and when it tried to move forward to investigate, the mist blocked its way and it could not advance. Shit! It tried again, but failed again. No matter how hard he tried to move forward, the little fiber of consciousness could not make it. The fog 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 within the mist seemed to call to it. Something was hiding there and that something was continually calling to him.

With the passage of time, the small fiber of consciousness was discovering that behind that veil of fog that covered that mysterious inner world, was hidden an enormous amount of memories fragmented in dozens of floating crystals.

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

They were the memories of his past life!

Filled with the desire to discover who he was, the small fiber of consciousness threw itself with all its might towards the veil of mist that protected the floating crystal fragments with the intention of breaking through it. But no matter how hard she tried, all her attempts ended in failure.

Why can't I get through it?!

The tiny fiber of consciousness screamed in fury.

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

It tried again to break through the veil of mist, but again it was rebuffed. He was too weak to try to break through the barrier of mist that protected those fragments of memories.

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

Only by becoming stronger could he break through that damned barrier.

You'll see! 

I'm going to get my memories whatever it takes!

...

After realizing that in its current state it would not succeed, the small fiber of consciousness temporarily put aside the question of the fragmented memories and concentrated on its new body. His body, which until now had been nothing more than an accumulation of cells that joined and multiplied over and over again, had at some point taken on a more defined form.

A small tube had been forming that seemed to be the base of his new body.

That small tube over time, began to undergo a transformation that made it grow, lengthening upward to form what would be the spine of his new body.

Then in the upper part which could be said to be the head part of the body itself, a couple of holes emerged to shape the creation of the eyes, ears, nose and a channel that would form the throat along with an underdeveloped mouth.

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

These unformed protrusions 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 tiny fiber of consciousness that observed the entire development of its new body, knew to identify 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 strengthened, somehow the tiny fiber of consciousness also felt that it was becoming stronger and stronger. His thoughts were now becoming clearer and more concise, at the same time as his analytical capacity grew.

He plunged back into the deep sea of his own soul and again reached the edge of that mysterious world.

... I am back

He thought as he observed the mysterious world covered in fog.

He took a first step into the veil of mist, and felt a sense of rejection from the barrier. But unlike before, the feeling of rejection this time was less. Although, even so, he still felt a sense of pressure as he entered the mist.

But even at this point, the small fiber of consciousness did not plan to turn back.

It moved forward, and entered the mist.

Instantly, the pressure increased to agonizing levels and the little fiber of consciousness felt like it was being crushed by a fucking mountain. His consciousness was pressed against the ground, and he could barely move forward. Ideally, it would be ideal to retreat, as the pressure had exceeded his estimation. He thought that, after getting stronger, he would be able to cross more easily, but he was wrong. The inside of the barrier was even heavier than the outer edge.

Even so, the tiny fiber of consciousness did not retreat and continued to trudge forward.

After a while, he finally caught a glimpse of a floating crystal in front of him.

In the distance he could see more floating crystals, but this one before his eyes was the closest and easiest to obtain for the moment.

So he didn't hesitate to crawl closer and touch it.

But...

Instantly.

Aghhhhh!

A violent shock of pain coursed through her entire being.

His consciousness darkened.

And he saw an image.

The image showed a dying man bleeding to death on the ground. The mysterious man had suffered multiple wounds all over his body. Not far from where the man was, there were several dead bodies wearing black suits. The man had fought those guys in black and had defeated them all.

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

Before dying, the man took a cigarette out of his pocket with the little strength he had left and decided to smoke a cigarette for the last time, in front of a starry night sky.

In the end, the man was unable to finish the cigarette and slowly closed his eyes until he died.

After seeing that image, that old and distant memory, the small fiber of conscience could not help but ask itself.

That man... Is it me?