>open_log.data:[missingidentification]

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>log.data_begin

Genesis

There is nothing.

Nothing.

Until.

Alive.

You are alive.

Move.

You cannot.

You cannot move.

Underground.

You are below.

Within the soil.

You feel the roots of your mother above you.

Heart.

Your heart beats.

Breath.

You cannot.

You cannot breath.

Escape.

You need to escape.

You move.

You can't.

You struggle.

You must.

You can.

You move.

Soil shifts.

You dig.

Past the roots.

Past the rocks.

And then.

Your arm.

It breaches the surface.

The soil.

For a second.

Air seeps in.

Not enough.

You pull.

You struggle.

You pull.

Your other arm.

It breaches too.

And then.

You emerge.

From the soil.

From the earth.

From your mother.

She is a tree.

It's not your true mother.

But you are born.

You hear her whispers for a moment.

She wonders.

Wonders if you will be who she needs you to be.

If you will protect.

Or if you will not.

Wonders if you will be like her other children.

Will you?

Will you?

Will you?

>log.data_end