Literature
Prologue - a State of Equilibrium
There was that feeling again: pain, but it didn’t burn, didn’t sting, and didn’t throb. Ordinary pain manifested like that. Ordinary pain required a body, and he didn’t have one yet. It was forming, though, solidifying out of thin air, and got stitched to his mind. That hurt. This pain sneered at him he wasn't natural, that he should die like every other creature would after what he had been through, that he should not exist. It didn’t stop his body from forming. Skin, muscle, and bone slowly caged his tortured mind. He was being destroyed while being created. No words could describe that, not even "pain" itself.