From day one, I was uneasy. I lay, a small pup in a sack. An albino. And here I stay for a month. I know nothing. I know not of my future selves. I know naught of the worlds I shall soon live in. A suction. Movement. I feel a change in the tides. In the winds, and the skies. I am being pulled by something, someone, to somewhere. Somehow, I end up in a darker location than before. I hide. I stay, hidden. Something is looking for me, someone is looking for me. I stay hidden for a long time. Hours at first, then days. A week passes. I feel I must explore. I step out. Darkness. I feel weightless. A large orb approaches. I try to run. I can't. I'm stuck. I await my death. I await my new life.