Everything was peaceful, everything was still. There were no sensations, no thoughts. It was simple in that it was merely existence. Awareness came from a diminute speck of consciousness of subatomic proportions. The nothingness, or the everything, was comfortable, though the speck was too small at the time to recognize that. Very comfortable.
Until, for some reason or another, the speck began increasing in metaphysical volume. Slowly at first, it pushed against the comfort. No longer was existence the sole thing, now there was acknowledgement of such existence. Realization that, indeed, there was what there was yet the comfort remained tremendous.
Now the speck's growth was faster and the most minuscule of sensations crept up. A feeling of being dragged, smoothly and pleasantly. Thoughts began to form and it occurred to the being that it was contained within a vessel. A vessel that stretched out and felt weightless. Albeit the dragging sensation continued, it could feel how the vessel remained static at the same time. The speck became a star and became unable to support it's enormous size. It burst in a flurry of thoughts and awareness and sensations, and two violet eyesrose from the top of the vessel. A body.
Her body.
And the eyes saw far, into the emptiness. And the eyes saw near, down at her appearance. Beneath her eyes there was naught but a black gown and flowing hair. Further down there was a surface. Featureless ground with infinite intricacies that separated her from the emptiness surrounding her. She floated down to touch all there was and as the ends of her gown tentatively collided with the something in the nothing, feathers sprouted from her sleeves, her hair and beneath her garment. It was like a greeting. A final notification that she was there at long last. She enjoyed it. She enjoyed how the feathers brushed against each other and whispered her name. Poändra.
She saw figures she hadn't noticed before that moved on their own accord, atop the ground that had preceded her. She was aware of tiny murmurs in the back of her being that emmanated from some of the critters. It was a quality that she welcomed with less enthusiasm than the rest of her emergence. The mutterings, she knew, were not inherently part of her. Poändra could understand them, however, and that eased her being. At least, it would have, had she bothered to stop and interpret the murmurs.
Instead, she floated farther and farther off the ground until she spotted dust rising from the surface. A being stood in the middle it, walking somewhere. Poändra stared. It was the first time she experienced a fascination of sorts. As opposed to the creatures moving about, whispering in the back of her being, there was something compelling about this one. A sense of familiarity rippled. She floated towards it, closer and closer, navigating the space over the ground with natural grace.
The being was larger than she was, and bigger and broader. The contrast in their appearances was astounding and heavily pronounced, where she had feathers he had deep black lines running over his body. Suspicious, her eyes locked on his actions. Why was he walking in any particular direction? Keeping pace with the collosal being, she floated once around it as she seized up his appearance over and over again, trying to understand how he felt so familiar.
In her suspicion, she kept her silence.