Prologue

W-what??..

W-Whe-ere????

N-Nn-nOooo....

Th-this cannot b-be..

I must g-go on. I m-must go on. I MUST go ON. I MUST GO ON. I MU-

--0767--

Current time : 2,000,000 years after the creation of the world. Flora and fauna have overtaken the world, the concept of humans does not exist as of current time.

No identity. No age. No concept of life. What am I?

These little coloured ropes hanging out of me... what are they?

I came into this world unblemished and untainted by what nature had to offer. My creator left, it seemed they could no longer continue... my knee isn't fixable, no, definitely not.

Wait a minute..

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What is a knee?

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My body has only been getting worse and worse, I can barely move. I've been stuck in my kneeling position for so long.

Thin ropes coming from my head are stuck to the inanimate beings around me, a pair of feathered limbs have grown from my back.

My hands desperately try to crawl to my face to hide myself from the world, and the world from myself.

There were fleeting thoughts of no longer remaining in this world, at least until I spotted a pink blur hop by.

I saw a little pink ball, gracefully and quickly hopping circles around me.

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It felt familiar... no. It WAS familiar..

I had felt this sensation when I began my existence. Impossible. There is no chance that a being as small as that could ever survive that long.

As my thoughts continued, so did the ball, eventually cutting the ropes, hair? Why do I know all of these words, these languages?

But of course, most importantly, Where the fuck am I?