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It fell down. 

Its body crashed against the black sand beneath It, crumpled into a heap. 

It blinked, and realized It had two eyes and could see. It sniffed at the stagnant air, and realized that It had a nose. It licked the sand, and realized It had a mouth.

It gagged. The sand was not meant to be eaten. 

When It stood up, It did so on four magnificent legs. Its paws sank into the sand, but did not slip. It felt the sand slide, uncomfortably so, under Its claws.

It shook each paw, one by one, then shook Its entire body. The sand and the fog were removed in that way from Its fur which now glowed a soft and striking blurple, and was dotted with small lights not unlike those that blinked up above. 

It gagged again. The sand just wouldn’t come off Its tongue, no matter how many times It spat. So It walked to the shore nearby and drank some of the ocean’s water. The water tasted… Strange. It had a strange metallic sweetness to it, and the texture was like drinking fog, but it did clear Its mouth of the black sand.

With the sand no longer sticking to Its tongue, It was able to train Its senses on its surroundings. There were many noises coming from the other Things - Gods? That word made no sense to It. 

One of them uttered a noise and a sharp stick materialized in its paws. Another dug earnestly into the sand, something that It immediately mimicked with its forelegs. But the playful digging came to an end as soon as the two loud ones made their presences known. 

The first of the two made a lot of small and large noises, first at the Thing that had made the three-pointed stick, and then at the earth beneath their feet, and finally to all Things present.

The second of the two made noises as it took one of the first Thing’s treasures, and then poured its twisted essence into the ocean, twisting it beyond recognition. 

So obviously, It had to have a taste.

It tasted really bad.