The crimson
I continued to float in the red oblivion that seemed to surround me. Carefully I turned my head to the side to observe my surroundings. All around me all I could see was red fluid. Perhaps if I held my arm out into the burning crimson red void I would indeed feel, and touch the morphing boundary to define what had enveloped me for what had seemed as an eternity. But I did not outstretch my weary arm to feel the liquid walls that entombed me, nor did I open my mouth to scream, indifferent to my surroundings. My arms simply wouldn't obey. Nor could I ever remember them obeying me at all. Maybe I had been undeveloped, still not able to support my own weight despite the conciseness that would pave its way to function and serve my existence. Pure helplessness cradled me and stroked my hair as I continued to float into what I thought to be a crimson nothingness. And yet, I felt comfort in this vulnerability; not being able to cry out whether if I needed to or not. There was nothing to in fact to pain me, and if there was something, even the smallest speck in the air, it could tear my life away by gently introducing itself to my body. But curious, as all humans are (if that's what I was), I yearned to define and classify everything that entered my sight. But no, nothing indeed like this had I ever seen before. For I could not think, I could not bring any memory to comparison. I rested for what seemed another eternity, nestled within my endless home. Occasionally I twisted and I thought I could control my appendages to reach out. But I could never feel the walls that surrounded me no matter how hard I fidgeted to grasp and kick everything that I knew, I had ever known, all this without a trace of emotion to fall upon my face. I struggled to feel memory as if the wick grasped about for wax that slid down the candle never to be retrieved again, only to be stagnated far from reach, drying itself out on the floor below me. I struggled to close my eyes and envision myself to what I know to be a jade island, surrounded by cascading waters, beat down radiantly underneath a golden sun. These words came to me, yet when I closed my eyes there was no vision. I was only greeted by a pitch black film that served no purpose but a contrast to the red I saw when my weak eyes were open. Perhaps, an island surrounded by the bluest water was indeed pitch black. For, no matter hard I tried to bring the beautiful thoughts of the outside world to my mind, I failed. The feeling of wind running through my hair and blown in my face could not be realized, the earth beneath my feet, the moon which radiated its ivory light after dusk to accompany my evening walks seemed to have died. And these walks were not a memory, rather an idea with no basis, no shape or form, just a single idea that crept into my mind and crawled upon my skin while I once again tried to envision how the ivory moon looks like. So I gave myself what would seem as another eternity to rest, adapting to my new home and laying about focusing on nothing at all really. And one moment in the millions I focused my eyes as I could see a tiny speck of light and movement opening in the redness in front of me. The crimson water began to collapse and washed away at me, enveloping everything as I flew towards the light. What could have been happing? I clasped my eyes tightly as I was forced into the light in front of me. And I began to wail, I began to scream and thrash as I flew out of my home. I kept my eyes shut tight and the sounds of voices filled my ears. I still continued to wail. Then I grew tiresome and settled down, not yet opening my eyes. I began to fall asleep. The last thing I heard was: "Congratulations, you've given birth to a healthy, baby boy"
