>>5498033Your Home.
Your Dream.
It Trembles.
Rattling Reality.
Your imaginary teeth chatter, caught suddenly by an inescapable chill. A cold touch of the wind that can't exist. Your imaginary teeth gnash, bared against the freezing breeze. A mournful howl whistling between the boundaries. The feedback of approximately sixty billion souls vanishing from existence. A candle snuffed in the dark. But you didn't know that yet. The feedback and sudden surge retention. You felt it, a lancing jolt seeping throughout your slowly stirring consciousness. Flooding you. The World becomes more vivid, the colours tightening and the edges smooth out. Your perception of time sharpening. Attention sparking. Life returning. Death sleeping. Your own holdings, bolstered by their loss. Bathing in sweet excess.
In an instant you live more in a moment than you have during the billions of years worth of life span.
The Dollmaker. She was the percentage of Existence. Mother of Life. The Origin-Bank, the center of its being was beyond your current comprehension. However you could glimpse her forelimbs, pincers, claws, hoofs, talons, forearms, hands and fingers. Metallic, Ceramic, Plastic, Digital, Spiritual. An abundance of variation that danced along your bare body. Birthing. Quickly yet with stiff caution. She delicately made you without even the prospect of a mistake. You didn't know if it was a man or a woman. But for some reason beyond explanation you saw the frame builder as your mother. Maybe not your real mother. But at that moment. She was all you had and you were all hers. Cradled within her spindly grasping arms as intricate and deftly she made your form a reality.
Core built, unique and beautiful. Others around you writhe and wiggle. Sardines in a can. You couldn't even remember what a sardines was. Before you can contemplate further the world vibrates and Grey-Rate Data begins to flood your inebriated causality threading. Sparking life within your imported storage banks. Light-years worth of supplementary information and skills.
