(This is a reprise of a tale lost in the disappearance of my former blog, I found it resting on Elf's pillow, so I rescued it, and put it where it belongs)
From a deep nothing, It and It, woke at the puff of a breath, or so seemed to them, with a new feeling in their inside.
They could not remember the past, they don't even knew the idea of past, as if this were the first experience of their body.
Near them there were several trees which seemed familiar but it could be because they were full of beings, eating and jumping from branch to branch, those creatures were similar to them, but not quite.
Looking down, they found a small pond full of mud where something or Somebody seemed to have been making mud dolls.
All was very strange, they thought they came down from the trees and at the same time they felt as if the mud in the pond was part of their being.
Looking toward the great savannah that followed the end of the forest, they felt as if there was a job to be done. So they started walking away from the forest.
And so passed the evening and the morning of the sixth day.
The music is a fragment of "La Plage de Blâne Est" by Ehma, it marks the precious first seconds of...
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