[ It is a feeling not too dissimilar to being in the Dream, Trahearne thinks.
It's the beginning of consciousness, he realizes. But not in a way he remembers. The seed of life came with information. But here, he has nothing. In the haze of this (lower case) dream, he remembers nothing. He is, and perhaps that is good enough. But formless questions nag him, and the pinpoint of light immediately catches his attention.
Can the light ever be bad?
He reaches for it. If not for a way out, but for answers. ]
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It's the beginning of consciousness, he realizes. But not in a way he remembers. The seed of life came with information. But here, he has nothing. In the haze of this (lower case) dream, he remembers nothing. He is, and perhaps that is good enough. But formless questions nag him, and the pinpoint of light immediately catches his attention.
Can the light ever be bad?
He reaches for it. If not for a way out, but for answers. ]