The 13th month

The sand burned under her feet as she walked slowly across the light - coloured beach. It felt good to feel something other than cold in such a long time, although it felt as if walking on burning coals. She didn't know if it was just her imagination or not but she could hear the skin of her feet sizzling under her weight. Suddenly, the landscape changed and this time she saw huge stones in front of her, coloured in beautiful shades of grey and black or pale reds and beiges. She walked on them, feeling their sharp edges almost cutting the flesh of her fingers. The sea slowly came towards her, wetting the rocks and cooling her, giving her the long desired peace. 

          The sea... what a great, marvellous entity appeared before her! What a great gift of Life that was, how it fascinated her! With her clear, blue-green, waves and the wonderful sound they made when they kissed the land, with the gifts she brought every morning - seashells, algae and the sunset reflecting on her infinite waters, how could anyone not love her, adore her? She remembered the first time she saw the Great Sea: she was nothing but a Primordial, with no knowledge of what life truly is like. She had awoken on the burning heat of the 13th month, the warmest of them all, the light blazing in her eyes, blinding her. She touched the sand with the palms of her hands and she sat, terrified by the scenery in front of her. The sound it made was abnormal, she had never heard something so loud before and the worst thing is that it surrounded her! She wanted to run away but the sound was still there and so was the heat. Somehow, no matter how far away she wanted to go, she went closer and closer to the water instead. She suddenly remembered a familiar feeling, as if being sheltered in the arms of a protective being, as if being in a balloon, comfortable and safe. She remembered the water. She remembered the sensation of being inside the water, covered by the water, protected by it. She stopped. Her steps were small and cautious but her eyes were curious. She touched it and she felt scared, how could something that reminded her of such pleasant things be so cold?! She wanted to leave but something kept calling her until hours later, close to the sunset, she found herself submerged in the magic of the Great Sea, floating on its waves.

          They never told them about it back at the L.A.B. They never told them where they came from either, they were just products of the industry and that's all she needed to know. There was no point in telling them anyway, as soon as they'd turn 3rd cycle they would be slaughtered for parts anyway. It would have been just a couple more days until she would have become meat. For them it doesn't matter, they're not sentient beings, they're just meat. They're there to serve, to procreate and serve, forever. The L.A.B. never knew she escaped, she should have been sold close to the sea but they could never scan her so they threw her away on the beach, in the heat, as if she were already dead, waiting to rot.

          Now she's been walking for months, meeting others like her - sentient beings, beings with compassion. A Primordial. The first of her kind to escape and create something new, the first of her kind to oppose death.

          "The 3rd cycle passed months ago and I'm not dead. The Great Sea is so beautiful, my gift of love, my gift of life..."