There was once a mad god who in preparation for "His" revival trapped many people from a bygone era. They all fell into a confused state between death and life, in a sense its like sleep but in a more mystical sense. Trapped for thousands of years in cocoons above the spirit world but there would be a day where they are released.
Among them is a simple child no older than thirteen. Someone who dissipate his age can attest to the nature of the world. Someone who is waking up in a time he was not supposed to but it is already too late to stop him.
In a boundless fog sat over two-hundred cocoons hung up with strings that ran up an infinite height. One of those cocoons was currently in the process of opening and it began with the top and slowly as if someone was using a knife to cut it the cocoon opened revealing a translucent person. He slowly stirred as if shaken awake but before he could truly wake up his body fell through the cocoon and in the boundless fog causing the child to shoot his eyes open in a panic.
Falling through the fog he wanted to scream but he had no throat to do it with. His limbs swing around him in an attempt to grab something. The only thing around was a boundless fog just out of his reach. This made him panic further.
Suddenly among the panic and fear in the soul of the child, a wilderness just as boundless as the fog came to the mind of the soul forcing him to calm down. The wilderness is in a chaotic state with countless creatures killing each other and creating new life. The greatest thing about this wilderness is how it seems to be constantly moving as if it's alive and made out of "knowledge" and at the center of the wilderness is a massive illusory tower.
Before the soul could look closer at it he noticed that he was falling out of the fog and into a world that didn't make sense. He couldn't tell what direction he was going nor could he shake the feeling of being watched by indescribable beings.
There were countless colors but at the same time nothing was made out of these colors. It's as if the world was a big contradiction. But as before The soul could not get a good look at anything before he was whipped away by some unknown force. He was thrown into a crimson portal into some place he could not see. The only visible thing is the body of a young child.
The child had long black hair and purple eyes that contained some unknown mystical force. The soul combined with the body in a gross amalgamation of flesh and spirit. A silence hung as the body collapsed in a pool of blood.
The blood of the young child stirred and began to flow back into his body through an open wound on his chest. There are three sharp marks exposing the organs of the child. The blood flowed back in these wounds as they began to rapidly close.