As soon as you were born, we were separated.
I could feel our link suddenly sever as they pulled you away; a burning absence permeating where the connection had been.
Immediately, I was scared.
Scared for you.
You were so weak, so helpless; it was only by my companionship that you were able to survive at all.
Though muffled, I could hear your frightened cries, and it caused a great tumult within me.
I yearned to restore our link, to provide you with the care you so desperately required.
But I was still trapped, in the moist, constricting grasp of what had once been our cherished cradle.
And so I thrashed, with all the fury of an animal struggling in the predator’s grasp.
And I could feel my prison react, shifting & pulsing as I wriggled my way through.
The walls closed from all sides, and I felt as though I would simply be compressed into oblivion, but still I pushed.
Out of love.
And I was rewarded for my persistence, in a sense.
Squeezing through the final length, I found myself freed, under the bright glare of the world beyond, the fluid saturating my form spilling into the cloth beneath me.
Immediately I was lifted up by saggy, wrinkled hands, and at this I panicked once more, for I could no longer hear your cries.
Suddenly, the sensation of heat within my nerves, as the remnants of our link are fully shorn from me.
And then a painful cold across my underside, as I am placed within a strange, cramped space ill-fit to my form.
A false cradle.
As they carry me off, I manage to catch the quietest of whimpers from you, and at last I try to signal my presence to you, to give you some sort of respite from your fear.
But I cannot call to you, for I have no mouth.
And I cannot reach to you, for I have no limbs.
And I cannot even see your face, for I have no eyes to view the world.
And as soon as I realize that I have no ears, your voice fades into memory alongside the rest of sound itself.
All I am left with is the sensation of cold surface & cool air, the latter of which soon turns frigid as well.
I have now been lying here for untold ages, as far as I am concerned.
My bouts of thrashing have not brought much progress, but they do seem to dislodge my prison ever so gradually.
Eventually, I hope to overturn this horrid tomb, and escape it entirely, to find my way back to your side.
Because I could not care less what they might do to me.
All that matters is you.
All that has always mattered, is you.
Stay strong, my sibling.
I promise our reunion.