Ea

Everything is strange. Yet, how can she say that anything is strange when she has no memory of anything ever being normal? She knows that she had to have had a beginning... or did she? Did she even exist before the beginning of her memory? Was she born into this remnant; this shadow of a world? Now, when she thought hard enough, she did remember a word. A name, perhaps. Ea. And she called herself this. She named many things. She became an explorer. A rediscoverer. She also came to be alone. Very alone.