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The first memory I can ever recall is one of darkness. A comforting warmth seemed to surround me. For a time, I rested in it. I knew I was moving, but I couldn't tell where.
Then something changed. A painful draw on my being that I could not resist. I fought back, but cold claws had a grip on me, ripping me from the warmth.
Before I knew it, I could feel others around me. Fledgling EM fields, not unlike my own reaching out for comfort. Many cried out for the warmth and love we had been so cruelly ripped from. As the pull became stronger, we moved faster. More young lives were pulled in to join us. I could feel the strength of our sparks. We were of a kind, destined to freely lend our strength to others.
What became of the others I will never know, for when we finally stopped, and were allowed a moment’s rest, I and a few others were separated from the rest. We were ever so slightly different from our peers. Each of us was unique in a different way. The strongest of us felt almost unstable, as though he was one made up of many. The smallest was almost overly dense. Tiny, yet exceedingly vibrant. The few remaining seemed to share more characteristics with me than with the others, yet each was different.
For a short time, we were in limbo. cold but not frozen, trapped, and yet something other could be felt outside. The barest whisper of a cold and clinical EM field brushed across my own. It seemed to take note of me and then move on. When it did return, it brought with it a depth of cold that slowly closed off all sensation and thought. It seemed to bite at the core of my being. Slowly, I fell to its ice-cold tendrils and knew no more.
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When I did come back to myself once more, it was extremely difficult to gather the energy to even pay attention to what I could feel. If I had had limbs at the time, I would have reared back at the sensations around me. When my EM field expanded, I brushed across another field. Unlike me, this one was in great pain and fear, weighed down by an emotion I could not even name. What I did know was that they were suffering greatly. I may have been overly young and small, but I knew this was wrong.
Reaching out, I gravitated towards them, leaving the lingering cold that still tried to dampen me. The older field shied back at first, but then relaxed. They were still pained and still suffering greatly, but something new entered it. A fragile, near-broken sliver of hope and awe.
As I hovered there, I became aware of a new sensation. The bleed of energy from another life. The very one that fed the older field was beginning to weaken. They focused closely on me, seeming to absorb the comfort I offered, and slowly, piece by piece, the field weakened. As it did, the pain and suffering faded away and were replaced with relief.
Just as it seemed as though this life had left, the field came rushing back, stronger than ever, and with no pain within it. Instead of leaning on me, it surrounded me, offering a comforting warmth not unlike that in which I had been formed. Joy, relief, and gratitude were reflected in it as it ever so gently nudged me, guiding me to something new. For a time, I followed it, but then I became aware of a new pull, this time from within.
The elder field sensed my curiosity, as well as my hesitation, and filled me with a sense of peace. It nudged me to follow the sensation and comforted me. Slowly, I relaxed into the sensation. I was no longer afraid that cold might overtake me. Instead, I felt at peace as I descended and was surrounded by something physical. My spark taking it and making it my own. My consciousness faded as I changed, as I became something more, yet the elder life stayed with me, calming me, warming my spark.