The acrid scent of blood, sweat, and metal suffused the air. Sounds of pained cries, agonizing howls, impassioned roars, and rousing grunts incessantly resounded. As one listened closely, no two sounds were the same.
A sensation of consciousness and awareness of self was born.
'Where am I?'
The first thought erupted like primeval light blooming at the dawn of all creation, abrupt and unforgettable. It ignited psyche pathways that seemed to have been dormant or deceased, burning a Sea of Consciousness into existence with the heat of mental strength, and smiting a soul into resonance with worldly might.
'Who am I?'
There was a heaviness. Trying to lift this heaviness was no different than pushing a boulder up a slanted hill that touched the sky. It was indescribably difficult, as exhausting as the imaginable could conceivably understand, yet the desire to complete the task was as prevalent as thought.
It was an ambition.
It was a dream.
It was a hope.
Push.
Push!
PUSH!!!
