Capítulo 1: Prologue

When I opened my eyes, I saw only black, but I could hear sounds, although they are distorted and foreign, but I can recognize some sounds, thumps, the sound of an feet hitting the ground, likely the result of walking, I also hear laughter and crying, sounds that I barely recognize, then there is music and singing, an sound I recognize since it was pleasant sounding. what I feel with my body how ever is an different story, as i felt like i was in small space filled with water, which I don't drown in, i can move my hands and legs but i would hit an soft wall when i extended my limbs to much, the creature i was in response well to being hit, with sounds of laughter, and talking in that foreign language, which is odd, it may be that I recognize the wrong signals, and the laughter I hear isn't laughter, and the pleasant sounds I hear might not be songs, as it's possible as me being here, in this dark cell of water and "flesh" filled with distorted sounds, with an flesh rope connected to my stomach, but although it sound bad when I say it back to myself, it's quite warm and comfortable here as well, feeling sleepy, I fall unconscious. When I woke up I experience the same things, it appears I really am in an cell, imprisoned, but I can't recall ever being out of here, strange. But what I do recall, is to not let go, wondering what it meant, I put my hands to my stomach to feel what shape it is in, the feeling from my stomach tells me it feels hard and small, and the feeling from my hand, tells me that it is the back of my fingers. evidently, i means that my both of my hands are closed, but even though i can't feel anything in my hands, I fear opening my hands and letting whatever it is to fall away, although I don't know if there is anything in my hands at all, but now that I focus on hands, I feel warm from my hands leading to the rest of my body, subtly making me warmer, it seems this amount of concentration made my tired, falling asleep again. Waking up, I put my limited focus towards feeling the flow of energy from my hand into the rest of my body. After an few more cycles of this, I noticed that it definitely made me more healthy, and stronger, although not by much, but it was an definite progress, bringing excitement, as there was nothing else to do in my imprisonment aside from sleeping. from my concentration, I noticed that I can subtly make the energy from my hand to my body bigger, making the process faster, feeling as if the threads that flood into my body becoming slightly bigger, and more numerous. After doing this process for an innumerable amount of waking cycles, the progress of my single minded hard work have beared fruit. the originally tiny flow of energy has now grown big and thick, if it originally it was the thickness of an string, then now it was the thickness of an thumb, with innumerable branches, going into every way, and direction, the fruit and the biggest reason why I'm so happy currently is that now I can control the flow, making the flow from my hand go faster, and to the limit, with that change, I fell asleep again. When I woke up, I immediately noticed that the flow from my hand stopped, confused and scared by the biggest change that has happened within my memory, i hurriedly put my hands to my stomach, it seemed that it was still closed, but now, I couldn't feel any energy from my hand. but not all was lost, the energy I acquired was still in my body, circulating rapidly around my body, making me feel strong and energetic, able to output an surprising amount of energy, although I haven't tested it yet, and not finding the need to. Concentrating on my body again, it felt like some or the numerous branches that the energy flows through near my skin, has broke past my skin and is absorbing miniscule amounts of different energy, confused but having found an new activity to do in my imprisonment. With that as my activity for several waking cycles, I noticed that I can't absorb it faster, or expand the branch size, but I can control the branches to break past my skin, gaining more energy by it's sheer quantity, and although initial disturbed, by the image of branches breaking breaking my skin from within, after feeling my body with my hands and arms, it appears that it has not physically done so, but an invisible and intangible energy has. With that revelation, my mind was set at ease, as I focus my mental energy to controlling the numerous branches to subtly move, bit by bit. Finding the activity fun and meditative, I did it for several more wake cycles, which felt longer and longer. I was in my latest wake cycle, when suddenly in the middle of controlling an energy branch to move, I felt an change, it felt like the water drained out suddenly, feeling the need to move, since everything felt tight, with the wall gripping tightly against me, I did my best to wiggle slightly to move, feeling a cold wind on the top of my head, trying to escape before I was squeezed to death, I wiggled my body my like an snake, but making miniscule progress, feeling the water squeezed from my chest out my mouth, I moved even harder, until I felt an cold grip on the top of my head, as I was pulled, thankfully for the help, I wiggled more, this time, making progress, as I was pulled entirely out of the tightening cell.