Life has drained from me. I was once as matter; unmade. In cave-womb so dark I knew not where I was, or who.
Sense of self gone, for it mattered not. For in the pool of darkness whence life arose, time exists not. Words exist not. Sound exists not.
And it was there I lost all heat; all meaning. What I was rendered irrelevant.
The faces and eyes of a thousand dead looked on past me, pitying me in their death shrouds
"Here we bear witness to one not yet born"
Said they in an un-voice; like a choir of stone.
So my bones were blanched and stripped of flesh.
And the fruit was given to me; the blood of life eternal. The nectar of life before life existed.
"Wake up, sleeper"
Crimson ambrosia flowed; and thirst overtook me.
Vines grew from my ribs and blossomed into flesh.
And a name was given me: Cinis.
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