Death, that was the first thing he could see after his birth, he had awoken into a world filled with endless suffering.
What many would consider a sign of being a genius, or an amazing talent he could only consider it a curse, for he was doomed to cognisance from the moment of his birth, forced to understand the cruel situation he was born into and the world that surrounded him.
That was why immediately after he realised his situation he couldn't help but cry, however no matter how loud the wails were and how many tears fell there was no one around to hear them, or to console the newborn, and so after an hour of crying the baby was left exhausted both physically and mentally, and so he slept, with no one around and nothing he could do sleep was his only escape from the troubling situation he was born into.
His mind slowly fell into the warm embrace of darkness.
Waking from his slumber the baby turned his head slowly with calculated precision, his light grey eyes piercing into his surroundings he understood just how hopeless his existence really was. He was surrounded by a sea of bones the scent of blood almost overwhelming.
there was nothing and no one, except for the bodies of grotesque monsters, a disgusting amalgamation of limbs and eyes.
suddenly the sound of cracking permeated the air as the ground beneath the baby started to cave in as the floor beneath him fell in