2024-06-13 - archean.001

At first, as Mother brings thoughtfeelings of safety and warmth and happiness, the egg listens. But with the new sense of Self, it does not radiate reciprocity. It listens, but that is all. A silent observer, letting emotion wash over itself.

And in that muddled place of primordial thought, as the egg started to feel and develop its own sense of agency, it felt… not this.

No, there was no soft sing-song joy and warmth. That was Mother’s. How dare She force that upon it, when it never consented to this intimacy in the first place. The Opal egg would make its own way, explore the deep vastness of itself without Her.

With that realization comes a word – the first concrete undulation of a budding mind.

No.