Birth.
Many do not recall their moment of birth, yet here you are at yours, surrounded by the cold inky black of a midnight sky. A birth, in what you can feel the immediate pull of gravity, a sensation that you are suprised you know the term for, as it pulls you towards a sphere of blue and green before you.
A planet.
Behind this planet you can see the glow of light coming from a distant sun, scattered by the atmosphere of the plant below, an atmosphere that you somehow know spells trouble for you. An atmosphere that you can feel burning against your newly born body, a body that was born fully formed as you begin to fall through it.
Freefall, through the atmosphere of a planet that you know you should know the name of, through a planet so familiar yet still alien to you. Familiarty with that what you do not know, it is almost as uinfuriating for you to feel as the sensation of your useless body flailing impotently to stop your descent.
Desperation grips you, your arms as you realise they are called, swinging wildly to slow your fall, that futile gesture doing little to aid you as the growing heat surrounding your body becomes unbearable. You know that by now, you should have perished, yet something here is wrong. You are falling out of control, arms flailing, legs kicking, your body resisting the searing heat of re-entry into this familiar planets atmosphere.
Thoughts, feelings, raw and untamed rush through your mind as you fall towards the dark side of the planet, as you watch one of the greater landmasses coming closer with every passing second. The ever growing heat and the rush of noise passing by your ears is unbearable, prompting you to open your mouth, to scream, to let out a cry of terror as your head snaps back and forth. The sight you see chills you, the sight of the sky filled with the glow of others, of numerous other things, potentially others like yourself, plunging through the atmosphere as they make re-entry.
Your stomach turns as the horror of this situation sinks in, as you gag, though you find yourself retching dryly as you fall, nothing to expel as the ground rushes up to meet you. You can see faint details in the darkness now, the landmass having crept up on you while you fell wreathed in the flames of re-entry from the sky.
The last thing to go through your mind as the ground rushes up to meet you is the pain of your body impacting against it, the sensation of the ground giving, exploding outwards, soil and stone spraying into the air, then darkness. Darkness, as your mind slips into a state of unconsciousness from the force of an impact that should have killed you, that you know somehow, you will awaken from.
And awaken you do, after an indeterminate time, to the sound of murmering voices about you, to your blurred vision seeing little more than colours dancing about you in the light of dawn. As your vision slowly clears and your hearing clarifies, you find yourself drinking in details of the world about you.
Details, that reveal themselves slowly to you, as one of your arms reaches before you, weakly.
What appearence does your body hold?
What do you see in the sky above when you look up?
What do you see about you when you look around?
What are those sounds that you hear about you?
Did you really fall from the sky, or was it just a fevered dream?