I could feel it, even before I fully understood what was happening.

There was warmth, a constant pulse, like the steady beat of a heart. But it wasn’t just any heart—it was the rhythm of the universe itself, wrapped around me, guiding me. I could hear whispers in the distance, soft and familiar, calling me in a language older than time. I could sense two beings—my parents—speaking in a way that wasn’t with words, but with their very souls, intertwined.

I didn’t know where I was, or how I was formed. All I knew was that I was waiting. Waiting for something.

And then, one moment, everything shifted. There was a sudden light, blinding and overwhelming. It wasn’t like anything I had ever felt before—hot, but comforting, like the embrace of something infinite. A warmth surged through me, and the rhythm of life began to change.

I felt my body shift, my essence expanding and contracting, as if I were being born again. I felt my spirit stretch out, like the stars themselves were reaching down to touch me.

The universe trembled, and I cried out, though I didn’t have words. The light was too much. The heat was too much. But through it all, there was a steady presence. A presence that was mine, that belonged to me, that had always been there. My mother’s gentle touch, my father’s unyielding strength—they were there, guiding me, pulling me out of the dark cocoon I had been in, and into something greater.

And then, I was free.

The first thing I saw was light—endless, blinding light. The stars above me shimmered in ways I had never imagined. I heard the voices of my parents again, but now they were clear, no longer whispers. My mother’s voice, soft and loving, as she spoke to my father. His voice, deep and full of power, filled with pride.

My father’s arms wrapped around me, his presence almost overwhelming, yet comforting. I could feel the weight of his power, but also his tenderness. He looked down at me, his eyes filled with awe and affection.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered, his golden eyes sparkling.