I... I remember this feeling. Colours being consumed by darkness, my already physically weak being growing weaker. Death, was it? I believe that's what it's called. Yes, I remember this. It's not unusual to me. Everyone, everything, it all has to die. For me, more often than most.
I remember the feeling of arms around me, voices calling out my name. Voices fading into whispers and choked cries.
Yes, nothing unusual here.
The thought of death never scared me. I've experienced it often, it no longer frightens me. What truly worries me, is who have I left behind?
I'll remember her. My master. The person who raised me in this life. I cannot say "Kind master", but definetly as if a mother. Even as I feel life slipping from my grasp, I can't bring myself to be sad. Recalling all my previous masters, I can't even feel happy.
I can only feel the curiousity of where I will be next.
I can feel it now - my egg forming. This shell will bring me from this life to the next. I can only wonder... Not fear, nor worry. I can only imagine who I will be with next.
I can only imagine...
Why...