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It hurt to walk.
But walking was all I could do. All I knew to do.
Just.
Walking.
It hurt to break into this world, to rip open the walls, cut them with my claws.
The walls felt soft but left my hands bruised and claws broken. But then, it was all I knew to do. To get through.
And I did it eventually. I broke myself out of the waiting nothingness I was made in, into this world which had never seen me before, had no idea what existed inside it now.
But for now, I walked. Life was waiting for me. It would keep.