The warm dark enveloping Sala was comforting. It was all she knew, but it happened to be all that she needed to know. Whatever else there was? Unnecessary, at least in her eyes. Speaking of which, did she even have eyes? Some mysterious force compelled her to think yes, but did she even know what eyes were? She had never seen them, nor did she feel them. It was odd to know things that had no proof. Well, whatever the reason, Sala didn't need to know. She was in her first home, after all.

These feelings of fulfillment were soon cut off. Something compelled her to leave her egg. What was compelling her to? She had everything she needed in her home. Whatever was telling her to leave her home, her own willpower was greater. Rather than erupt from the egg in some grandiose fashion, she simply attempted to stretch her arms and legs (whatever those were). That was sure to satiate the desire to leave her home.

Upon stretching her limbs as much as she could, her existence began to change. Not in a metaphysical sense that embodies an epiphany, nor anything of that sort. Rather, she felt like her entire body was turning. That it was, and it was that. In an attempt to straighten, her egg chose to take the most ironic twist of fate possible. It tilted and tilted until it was no longer upright, then it began to roll. Roll it did, going some distance before colliding with [i]something[/i]. Just from the impact, Sala could tell that whatever she bumped into, it was very similar to her. Well, that and the groan that may or may not have been her own.