Day one, The day of the Sun.
A warm, fuzzy, nothingness. A cozy pelt curled around my own. Yet there was nothingness. Only black as far as my mind knows, for I do not yet know life.

Suddenly the warmth is gone. I begin to see for the first time, gazing, star-struck. I look around. There is no-one else within sight. The air is musky, foggy, yet a harsh breeze bristles past my face. This ground is not the soft dirt i remember, this is a grassy meadow, blooms astray. Perhaps I can find some thing to drink here, but i don't know where to find the warm sweet liquid I am used to, perhaps tree sap? I remember a soft voice, singing, and telling me about the forest. I remember the voice telling me about the many deer and fawn that call this forest their home, and that one day I would meet them. What to do? Why did the warm voice leave me, and where am I? Maybe I should just sleep...