Before she was conscious, she was born.

Her first moment of consciousness and she was laying down in an abyss of white. No memories, no instincts, no one around to help her. She did not know she was alone. To her everything within view was the only thing that existed. Scattered throughout the abyss were strange materials crumbling away to pixels. Patches of grass littered the ground along with puddles of water. Here there was no color. Every strange thing she saw was different shades of gray. How could she complain though, she had no concept of color. Each experience was as new to her as freshly fallen snow, pure from outer influence.

Slowly her mind stirred with an awakened curiosity to explore, all she needed to do was walk. Easier said than done. For without a guardian, she had no one to catch her when she fell. Each time she wobbled onto her feet, took a few trembling steps, and fell down to the hard ground, she was overcome with something new. The discovery of pain made her scream so loudly. It was the first instance of pain she had ever known and she was terrified thinking it'd last forever. Little did she know how this circulation of hope and despair from trying to walk made her truly feel. All at once she felt petrified with fear and yet also excited by the sensation of pain brought from failure. Two polar opposite emotions that should not exist. It made her head feel like it was splitting in two.

Raising her hands to her head and rubbing it, she eased the pain. She refused to stay crawling on the ground, and so prepared herself to walk without falling. Confidently, she pressed her feet on the ground and stood. The view from standing was much better. Moving one foot after another she began to walk. Any time she felt she was close to falling, she maneuvered her arms around for balance. She was so excited by her achievement that it led her to run. The wind felt so refreshing on her face, she couldn't help but produce a new sound. Not one of fear, but one of joy. She was laughing.

She ran through the wide expanse of the abyss, not caring to stop for any strange landmark. During her run she ran past pixelating cottages, palm trees, flowers, dirt paths, and other strange pieces of things. All of them were still painted variant shades of gray, making them easy to ignore.

She could have run forever, her body never tiring, gasping for air, or sweating. Yet something did eventually make her stop. It was only for a split second in the corner of her eye, but she saw something bright. When she walked over to investigate she found a pool of water. Reflected on it was a human figure unlike anything she had seen. The reflection, unlike anything else, was colored. It had long pink curly hair, pale skin, and two different colored eyes. She leaned in closer to see the eyes, the right pale pink and the left frigid blue. Was this another person? No, it was merely her reflection. She learned this once she reached out her hand and accidentally made the salty water ripple. In a blink of an eye, her image was too distorted to see. Watching the image of herself disappear, she began to feel something new. The despair of loneliness and the hope for companionship despite no visible sign of it.

She trembled and closed her eyes tight wishing for others. When she opened them again she saw exactly what she wanted, the figures of people. There were so many from a small boy in a hoodie with pointy hair to a girl with hair curled into horns. Excitedly she ran towards her newfound company until she stopped just short of a girl in an army vest and gloves. These people, unlike her, were gray like everything else. Each one was as still as a statue with bits of pixels around them. She tried to get the girl to move by holding her hand, but the moment she touched her hand it collapsed into pixels. Each one she tried to touch fell apart and slipped away like sand, she hated it. Once all thirty five of them had been broken apart by her touch, she was all alone again.

The winds that had embraced her now felt so cold and unbearable. Not knowing the word or feeling, she craved warmth. This concept she had recently discovered became something she wanted more than anything else in her barren world. With no other choice, she ran to find more people. People that moved and were colorful like her.

She ran forever, never growing exhausted, yet found nothing. There were just more broken pieces of things she didn't know of. No matter how far she ran that was all there was. Eventually she stopped running and realized she was completely alone. The closest thing to color and company was her sensitive reflection in the puddles, so she resigned to sit in front of one and stare.

Before the puddle she sat, staring intently at her reflection. Although she was tempted to touch her reflection for the small chance of feeling something warm, she knew it would only destroy her reflection and leave her alone. So she continued to watch. An immeasurable amount of time began to pass before she noticed growing changes in her reflection. The right side of her reflection's hair began to recoil and shorten into small curls why the left side grew longer and wilder. Both sides of her reflection's face contracted and morphed into slightly different faces. One wouldn't have noticed it if they had stared at the reflection as long as she had.

Watching her reflection she was both scared and comforted. More than the other figures, these two sides felt familiar. She wanted so badly to embrace them despite knowing in the back of her mind they could hurt her far worse than any fall. It was then she uttered her first words.

"Who… are you?" She asked

The morphed reflection spoke in two heavily distorted voices of women. She could only make out a few letters.

"****K* *a**** **n** *******a" They both said.

"Kana…," she repeated.

Hearing their voices she felt so safe and yet so disturbed. Just as she felt her body was falling apart she felt it come back together. She reached her hand out to the strange reflection only for it to reverent back to her original reflection. Everything about her was the same except her two colored eyes that had both turned purple. She was alone again, with the only thing in her grasp being a few words.

"Kana," she said.

She tried repeating the gifted word over and over to calm herself down, but it was no use. Balling her fist and hugging her knees, she averted her eyes from the puddle. Her own reflection was too sad to bare. A small and cold sensation ran down her cheeks. She wiped it away to find her sleeves wet, but it kept flowing out of her eyes. With no choice, she continued to shed this cold liquid from her eyes and let it wet her sleeves. It was the only thing she felt she could do in this lonely barren world.

It could have been a hundred years since she began crying by herself, but she would never know. Time had no meaning here. Nothing had meaning here. Not even her. No matter how much she wished for it, any form of companionship dissolved before her eyes. It was too much for her to bare. This feeling of hopelessness that once excited her slightly became nothing but a crushing weight. Now she didn't wish for companionship, she just wanted to fade away like everything else.

"Excuse me?" A voice asked.

Weakly, she lifted her wet face up to the source of sound. Standing before her, looking down was a tall man colorful and breathing. He had spiky brown hair, olive green eyes that matched his tie, a white shirt, but most importantly the feeling of warmth radiating from him. Instantly she leapt forward and latched onto him. Surprisingly, he didn't disappear from her touch, he was firm and warm.

"Who are you?" He asked.

She looked up at him and pondered. When she asked that question to her reflection they had said 'Kana', so perhaps that was the answer.

"Kana," she said.

"Kana," he repeated." Where did you come from?"

"I don't know," she said, lowering her head in shame.

"It's alright, we'll figure it out later," he reassured," but could you come with me?"

"Okay," she said.

That was how she found her name and her papa. Kana, the peculiar soul born in a barren world, followed behind the man, excited to leave her loneliness behind. As her mind flooded with hope, she slowly forgot her lonely beginning, unaware she had been in this world before.