There's a saying on Pandora, "The first cry of a newborn is prophetic." The child is welcomed into the world by the People at birth, becoming a part of a cycle that never ends and constantly repeats. Now imagine this, Divine birth. The epitome of Pandora's connection. The breath of all living things pool into your lungs and you exhale the melody of existence itself.
To many creatures of this world life starts as they leave the womb. But not all birth works that way. To you the beginning of life started beneath the ground snugly cocooned in your amniotic sac. The thunderous heartbeat of the world beats against your chest, its melodie surrounds you and suddenly the dirt compresses you beneath its surface. The beat pounds angrily as you stretch, breaking the sac, now slimy and slipping through the layers of soil. Your feet, like tree roots, lift your infant frame above the sod. Deep gusts of sweet scented air fill your lungs, and the bright light of the world reflects against your big round eyes that flow with tears. First breath, and the first prophecy. It starts now.
The sound of crying attracted the attention of a troop of six limbed creatures swinging overhead. The first landing before you on all four of its clenched fists, maintaining eye contact from a cautious distance while the rest of the barrel falls behind. Your eyes locked together seemingly peering through the other's soul before it makes a move towards you, lifting its branch-like arm to prod at your cheek, then losing interest and jumping back to the trees as the rest follow suit.
As the day went on, the vibrant blue sky began to shift to warm pinks and oranges of evening sunlight that shone through large leaves casting a pattern on the grass. Cool air nipped at your exposed face 'cept for the beam of light warming your right cheek. And from the horizon velvety darkness trickled all around you. Hues of blues, purples, pinks and greens egress the shrubbery and adorne the dark forest floor in a soft glow, a gentle breeze swaying their bioluminescent leaves. The air was silent with the soft hum of night creatures in their melodic symphonies, each unique but harmonizing in the pulsating glint of the jungle. Your eyes droop as you drift off to sleep, cackling emanates in the distance but you pay it no mind and drift further. Squeals erupt now seemingly getting closer and you crack an eye open before they go wide in terror at the sight of a towering black creature in front of you. Piercing eyes shone in the dark of the shrubs they hid in. Taking a confident step from the bush, giving you a proper look at the large sharp claws that adorned all six of the creature's strong legs against the glowing shrubbery. You could hear the 'whoops' and chuckles of its kind coming from all directions spurring the beast to go for the kill, But the creature didn't attack, none did. Not because they didn't want to, the outline of ribs through hairless flesh was proof enough. But because of the many small bright things descending gracefully from above on and around your small head. With no hesitation the creatures swiftly dispersed in all directions. The floating beings whipsed at your cheeks and scalp, it tickles making you shake your head and giggle, they begin to cultivate across your face, and with arms trapped beneath the surface the sensation quickly becomes a nuisance. Despite this you considered them a friend, and were enveloped in the warm cozy feeling of protection. The energy to grow depleted and the dirt shifts below you allowing you to curl beneath the surface immersed by soft dirt and the quiet thrum of the planet's heart around you, how warm the dirt was... You were sound asleep in a moment.
