What am I?
Consciousness bloomed.
Along with it came the first thought.
I… can think?
The creature could.
I'm… alive?
It was.
But the creature was confused, and its first-ever thought reverberated in its mind again.
What… am I?
It didn't know.
It was someone. It had to be.
The consciousness spread to the rest of its body.
I… have a body?
It did.
I must, it thought.
I must be alive. I can… think.
So therefore, I am.
The creature had a surprising level of intelligence for one so recently born.
Its senses spread to the rest of its body. Or at least, toward what it perceived to be its body.
There was flesh. Molten flesh. No appendages, though.
Strange…
My body feels… strange.
As far as the creature was concerned, it never had a body prior to this. Nothing to compare its body against.
So then, why did it feel strange?
Strange, indeed.
Its thoughts flowed smoothly. Its consciousness seemed alive. Its senses turned sharp — abnormally sharp for a newborn.
