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No one else followed or came before me. No, that’s not true plenty of things had came before me but at the time all I saw was white. Pure white. I could not acknowledge white though because I was inexperienced. Just like how a baby would not understand black yet it would be surrounded by darkness before being born. Likewise was white.

Energy was certainly a powerful thing back then, I mean it created me didn’t it? As raw and hostile as pure power could be it was also created in many forms and the form I was created in was for the sale of the prayer.

That’s why I’m such a human being, have you ever heard of a creature created for the sake of a wish? Of an unspoken word? Of love and compassion? Surely I think not, I was supposed to be this creation yet all creations have some sort of…negative so to speak. But never mind, me as myself? Pff I was perfect of course. White is normally a funny thing. It’s always beautiful and overwhelming but it doesn’t exactly last. Normally something takes its place or dulls it in some manner and this too eventually happened to me. The first image I saw before becoming what I was to be was a crying parent, who’d had lost his lover and his child as she struggled to give birth.” The second was a plea as young woman dug for some valuable roots which would feed her for the evening. “Oh please, please let me find them.” It was what she wanted. Children exploring the depths of the world and young men and women old as they appeared would die constantly, but then again I was once told that age differs if you aren’t internal. Nor did I understand the concept of age. Flashes and images, that’s all they were and for awhile I never grasped death or sorrow or pain or any emotions like that. Because I wasn’t born from these emotions I had no need to have them. It was the feeling of wishing which what had lead to my development.

Instead of the concept of death I felt the concept of what you humans called hope.
Before I felt worry I felt excitement and before I knew what misery was I understood what was called love. These emotions weren’t really mine but were exactly what was given to me. By everything and everyone, by the good and the bad. Since I was formed by wishes, by emotions of wanting and hoping and loving I ended up in an odd body. One which highly resembled that of a young human female. Even though I didn’t understand what females were.

My body had touched the essence of the earth before it risen up to greet me as the plants flourished and blossomed in glee and in this moment of celestial and earthly meetings was when I first met things which actually saw me. Animals had a distinct understanding of me through they did not know this. They understood energy and in turn respected it neither approaching nor leaving my side. They watched with calm eyes which settled on me and became louder and more lively. It was then that figures with bright glass orb eyes only known for humans peered at me with their tender colours and rough faces. I realized I was different and this was when I first smiled as they looked at me in awe and disbelief because nothing is more pure then energy and nothing was more interesting as emotion.