"Left, right, left, straight..." like a rhythmic lullaby continuously repeated in my subconscious. A warm soothing voice which demanded my attention as well as protected. Darkness surrounds each of us in our earliest moments...
"...right, right, left, straight, left..."
Over time we each become aware of one another. Somehow it makes sense in our senseless minds with only the anticipation of birth set before us. Perhaps not knowing by confirmation but instead instinct is what made us wait patiently. Who knew?...
"...straight, left, right, right, left..."
One day, we would escape this prison. One day, our lives would be in our own hands...
*shudder*
Sound seemed muffled to you, as if you were drowning. Instinct moved your arms outward to break through an unknown barrier. It pained you, your fatigued arms fighting their way out of your cell. Through what started as cracks you begin to see a room outside your own. One vast beyond the range of vision to you and as you pressed on through a thick viscous and shell. Your first sight is a floor of lost treasures, you know not what it mean nor where you are, yet somehow it feels like home. You stretch your wings to their fullest extent and for the first time, you realize how alone you really were. Among your now broken shell fragments there are an assortment of other like-sized eggs, varying in color.