Appetence

Archive Log: 01

Appetence, noun: an eager desire, an instinctive inclination; an attraction or a natural bond.

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It seemed ironic, in a way, that within the darkness which was present that there were no dancing vivid visions of what would make up a dream; there wasn't a capability to dream, that much was known and evident. The mere thought of the possibility to dream was something which, in itself, could be pondered over; thought, actual lines of thought, processes to muse over a simple topic, and ultimately lead to an end result, an answer; only right now, there wasn't a question, let alone an answer. There were no dreams, because there was a severe absence of what would create such a thing.

There was something, and this something was a mind. It already had thoughts, even if these thoughts revolved around dreaming; but there had been something, a conscious mind not quite fully awake and aware. Though there were thoughts appearing, trailing off and spiralling into nothing; there were no feelings attached, no pain, happiness, joy, or sadness, there was nothing.

The feeling of nothing didn't last for much longer though, as something soon appeared. And this something came in the form of light, blurred and white, almost clinical and blinding, but with the light came forms, a form. Singular and standing close by, watching. Another thought, or two, came to mind then: sight, and watchfulness. There was vision, but with the vision came the obviousness that it could be returned.

Eyes stared, blue and unblinking up at the white ceiling; nothing was up there other than just a blank void. Light was coming in from the side somewhere, shadows of grey could vaguely be seen from the corner of its eyes. There was an inability to see its own face, if it was able to, then it would've known that it was human in appearance. Unlike other humans, people, its skin was not tarnished with years of life; there were no scars, no distinctive blemishes or lines, completely new in appearance and totally unmarred. Though, with time life, such as the life it was bound to live, would appear; if anything, as it was now, it could've been considered good looking, handsome even. Still, blue eyes remained unblinking and motionless, truthfully whatever the appearance it would not reflect on what thoughts and musings which travelled through its mind.

Sounds, a voice, words; if anything the processing of this was a lot easier than waking. "How do you feel?" A sentence, a question, and it was directed its way.

Slowly, so slowly as if it hadn't moved at all a head turned. Motion was a new concept, so far everything was a new concept, but this was something else entirely. It had to be aware, being aware and cognitive was important. The mind was racing, more of the room could be seen, the man to the side was able to be seen in full detail now, and though it wanted to move, wanted to explore, it remained seated.

It was an odd feeling, blinking, that is. Slowly eyelids shut, only to open seconds later. The question which was asked needed an answer, a verbal answer. Speaking would be a new, and strange feeling. A mouth opened, "Alive." Came the calm response. There was nothing particular about the voice which it spoke with, calm, normal, that was it. Though there may have been a hint of surprise lurking in its tone, not that the male to the side seemed surprised. Facial muscles pulled its eyebrows in for a frown, "Feel...blink." Eyes slowly shut and opened again, he remained motionless while the man nodded, seemingly content so far with the responses he was getting.

"Anything else?"

"Life," it, he, now recognising his voice was similar to that of the other person in the room. Gender, it was male. Blinking again seemed to come easier this time. Things were starting to speed up, become easier, movement as well seemed to come more freely as he turned his head to look around.