It wanted to know. Before names. Before meaning. It wanted to know. That was enough. And the world responded. And then, it dripped. Something imperfect appeared, disappeared— appeared, disappeared, like a wave. A beautiful, yet ugly stillness. A calm carrying noise. Something began to separate— what was me, and what was not. Dead calm. Almost zero. Undefined. Still calm. Sinking— deeper. Surface calm. Crimson gravity underneath. Not yet. Not yet. Not yet. Not yet. why? because.
