It was that of absolution.

Aware of my knowledge, I was confused by my weightless surroundings as my identity was stripped from me. I felt it peeled from my soul in layers. skin first, and then tendons. The ligaments that adhered my beliefs and my deeds to my core fundamentals, and then those too plucked away. Like bones. My father's teachings disappeared in an instant. The love of my wife, the black thorn of her death. And then new life, my niece. All gone.

Absolution into Evolution. A newborn.

There was darkness, and it was my mother. In its womb, I learned the intracities of its touch. Cool, though I was not knowledgeable of entities such as temperature, or daylight. Black was the definition of existence, unmeasured by time. The blankness drifted on, my ember carried within it. Neither I nor my blanket had gender, function, or name.