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Inside a pitch-black space, a white formless goo was floating aimlessly. It was the only thing in the space and its colour was highlighted by the dark background.
The amount of time that had gone past since that day is beyond measure. It must have been billions of years, that lonely soul thought.
With nothing to do since the time it could remember, the helpless amorphous soul drifted away with no purpose. The space around it was mysteriously comforting and the soul made its best to utilise the time at hand.
It knew not its name. It knew not what or who it was. With the only awareness it had, the soul deduced that it is in fact sentient and can think and think and think limitlessly. The mundane emotions of life were non-existent to it.
Ever since the white goo could remember, incoherent words and indecipherable images were the only pieces of information it had. These memories served no use in deducing its origin and other details.
