I was born without birth, born without breath, to a new place, a new plane. A golden light emanated from my brow, suffusing my body and being in a warm radiance. I had no memory, no prior thought or experience to draw from; my existence was laid out before me, new and complete, and yet something niggled on the edge of my consciousness, like the wispiest traces of a dream half-recalled, though I did not know then what a dream was, did not understand this sensation of something lingering, undefined.