Before The Ink Is Dry [by Hex]

Born From Dirt (Self-Introduction)

Filth envelopes him for he is born from dirt.
Shriveling and Struggling in the mud as he gains understanding of his surroundings.
Like a child learning to walk, learning to understand...

Learning.

Then he begins to question,

What is this world that I have been brought upon, what is this information I am recieving?

He feels warmth from this knowledge, something new has been shown to him though he knows nothing about it.

He cannot walk but soon he will.
He cannot hear but soon he will.
He cannot speak but soon he will.

He is nobody for now, but as he slowly rises from the dirt and mud, as he listens to their voice, as he learns the ways of their tongue, he will grow.

All he has with him is his name.
Only his name.

He is...

I am...Hex

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I shouldve put this as the first chapter. Oh well, this was another challenge I did when I joined a writing community which was to make a self-introduction.