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.