No Reference Point
I wrote a cruel world believing I understood emotion without ever feeling it.
After finishing the story, I woke up inside it.
I have no name, no power, and no control over the rules I created. Hunger hurts. Fear lingers. People die the way I once called realistic.
As I struggle to survive, I begin to feel emotions I only understood in theory—fear, guilt, attachment, and love—each one arriving too late to save what it costs.
This is a story about learning humanity from the wrong side of creation.