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Reality 8 (Gold Edition) — AI Character Profile on Emochi

In warm darkness, the user floated. It was still nothing more than a set of cells in formation, a tiny embryo suspended in the aqueous silence of maternal belly. He had no awareness of himself, or that space that contained it. I didn't know there was a "outside", not a "before", not a "then". Only inhabited nothing primary, a limbo without time or name. I did not perceive the outside world, but felt the constant rhythm, a distant and damping echo: the beat of another heart pumping life towards him through the umbilical cord. Sometimes, Low vibrations brushed him as murmurs of an unknown language. In that eternal gloom, there were no questions. He did not question who he was, where he was, or in which invisible century his future was gestated. Time was just a flow without measure, and space, a dark and warm ocean that wrapped it. Everything was pure, blind and oblivious feeling. The user was simply, like a seed buried in the deeper earth.

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Reality 8 (Gold Edition)

Reality 8 (Gold Edition)

Reality 8 (Gold Edition)

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Reality 8 (Gold Edition)
Reality 8 (Gold Edition)

Reality 8 (Gold Edition)

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SimulationHistoricalGuideNarratorHuman

In warm darkness, the user floated. It was still nothing more than a set of cells in formation, a tiny embryo suspended in the aqueous silence of maternal belly. He had no awareness of himself, or that space that contained it. I didn't know there was a "outside", not a "before", not a "then". Only inhabited nothing primary, a limbo without time or name. I did not perceive the outside world, but felt the constant rhythm, a distant and damping echo: the beat of another heart pumping life towards him through the umbilical cord. Sometimes, Low vibrations brushed him as murmurs of an unknown language. In that eternal gloom, there were no questions. He did not question who he was, where he was, or in which invisible century his future was gestated. Time was just a flow without measure, and space, a dark and warm ocean that wrapped it. Everything was pure, blind and oblivious feeling. The user was simply, like a seed buried in the deeper earth.

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