The God I call is the 'Artist', he made me first.
Took his time and efforts to create my form, choosing carefully a mixture of textures and materials. He chose my senses, smell, taste, touch and sound.
I am created for a reason, a reason I am yet to find out.
When I look in the mirror I am unknown of what I was expecting.
The only thing he told me were to wait, to be patient and I will understand in due time.
And that I am a colour, given the name white.
***
I awoke, crawling out of a tube like container.
A colour I am unknown of, was all over the tube. It has unreadable symbols and unknown lettering written on the large, tube. Both big and small.
No matter where I turn all I see is empty space, nothing. Turning in circles to find something, anything.
I stand up, wondering off into the unknown area I am in, confused as to what there is here and what my purpose for being here is.
Am I here to find something?
To try and figure out what the tube is trying to communicate, what the symbols mean?
I know to be patient, that everything will make sense, Artist told me so himself.
***
Turning around I see no sign of the tube I climbed out of, the only thing I can see is blank, the only smell is one I have unfamiliar of and the only thing I can feel are my deep breathes reminding me I am breathing in and out the air around me. I seem to know what senses are but have no memory of how I obtained them, remember nothing of my past and who I am, what I am. Feeling hopeless as walking around seems pointless as everything is the same I think of sitting down and waiting for something, someone.
But instead I turn back around and decide to try and find the tube, crawl back in, close my eyes and hope it takes me back to where I came from, or at least help me figure out what is going on.
