Ankyra Sound a bruise upon the silent moon

there had always been awareness. it was it in the simplest form of the word, a base-level knowledge that it existed, fragile and small as that might be. it wasn't really life yet, exactly - but it had grown and changed and come as close to it was it would within the womb. and then there came pressure and a sudden pull into a world she was not ready for—and yet, were any? this was life, the first breath of air in her lungs, the kick of her limbs, the sudden awareness of touch and instinct and discomfort. she latched onto a teat and found next comfort, and while her birth was simple and silent, she was soon asleep at her mother's stomach. it took a great deal of energy to jump from the precipice that was existence and begin the free-fall that was life.