Funnu tumbles out of the shell and is exposed to a myriad of new conditions. The darkness phases away into a dull orange (as light struck his closed eyes); the cramped room inside the shell broke into a comfortable nest; the initial chill blocked by his parents warm feathers. All these new conditions made him [...]
It is dark, it has always been dark. But it is not this darkness that bother’s him; no, it has never been the darkness. It is the surface, which strangle’s him…. for space…. for freedom. On this surface he once sat, stood, jumped and no matter what he did, it never seemed to run out. [...]
Everything is dark, everything surrounding me, as far as I can perceive. Nothing is to be seen, felt, touched, smelt, heard or tasted in this darkness. My senses have defeated me; they cannot even tell me my own presence. Yet there is a sense beyond these five senses that is telling me the presence of [...]
