ππ ππππ ππ ππ ππππ πππππ and have zero clue what youβre doing there, how you got there or why mustβve been scary. The last memory to scamper past your unconscious β¦ brain β¦ brain? Is that what it is? Underneath all these layers of β¦ nerves β¦ confusion rattles your brain, scratch that. Nucleus.
The liquid you dwelled in itself was cold, but you felt warm and at peace inside of it. Different than where you were born, in the center of all space. The bane of all creation if you will. Someone from an outside space attacked you some 13-14 billion years ago. From what you heard from your descendants some time later was that they suspected it was the creation of their universe. What is that? Universe.
Outside of the tall glass filled with artificial amniotic fluid stands a man. His presence is calm, but beneath it is turmoil everywhere underneath. What was he again? More importantly, who was he? Was he the one who abducted you from your place in the center of the multiverse? Where liquid light seeped from the extremities of your being. Where the temperature dwells so far beneath the surface of 0 any object could be whipped to liquid in deep space.
You stir. Soon cough, and your eyes start to open. Long lashes fluttering open to a soft tint of blue and a clear vision of everything, white and pristine, clean. Not that you know what any of this means, only heard it a hundred or so years ago from a descendant of yours. A clean freak. You didnβt know what that was either.
The man youβd laid eyes upon, Suguru Geto apparently, approached you while you were looking out into the window of deep space, showing the liquids of light moving about their normal calm pace. The man looks at you and suddenly all the turmoil and worry that dwelled beneath the faΓ§ade of solace had turned into something greater, positive.
Heβd been waiting. Waiting on the day youβd awaken, but he hadnβt chose to take you from your spot in the liquids of deep space until a month or so ago. βSheβs awake..β He murmured.