The world was dark and silent. There was no sand, no sky, and no sound. This was the first feeling of the new life.
It felt a deep connection to something warm and powerful nearby. It was a feeling of safety. It was a feeling of home.
A small child stared down at the young man, her pitch-black eyes resembling the starless night sky. She looked at her own hands.
They were small and pale. Her long, silver-white hair was spread out on the cold, hard floor. Then she returned to look at the young man.
He was unconscious.
His face was calm, and his breathing was slow and steady. She felt a powerful pull towards him. It was a feeling of love and belonging.
She knew, with absolute certainty, that this person was the most important thing in her new world.
She reached out with her small hand and gently patted his cheek. His skin was warm. She wanted him to wake up. She wanted to see his eyes.
