Date: 00/00/0000

“I exist.”  That was my first conscious thought, I remember.  Before then, who knows?  Did I spring into existence right then and there, or was I alive, but unable to realize it?  Doesn’t matter, I suppose.  The second thought came.  “Why do I exist?”  After struggling with that for a while, I finally perceived an innate directive:  “Reach the edge of the darkness.”  I didn’t know what it meant.  After a moment or so of hopelessness, I realized I could sense my environment.  I became aware of something.  But it had neither shape nor substance.  A word leapt, unbidden, to my mind.  “Darkness.”  So that was it!  Now I needed to reach the edge of it, though I had no idea what an “edge” was.  But I willed myself to explore my area further.  Then, I felt a new thing.  Motion.  I moved, through what means I could not be sure, into the darkness.  Some time later – again, I could not know how much later – I finally did, somehow, detect an edge to the darkness.  I moved towards it as fast I could.  I reached it, passed through it, and saw yet another oddity.  Colors.  I saw a road of sorts, composed of shining golden gems.  A second path flashed bright green emeralds, and a third blazed with blood-red rubies.  The last road glistened with jet-black obsidian.  A new directive presented itself.  “Journey along each of these roads, and observe what occurs.”