Psychogenesis

BOTTOM LEFT FRIEND

Alone in a blank expanse of nullity, your very existence seems like a mistake. Your thoughts are complications forced onto an already-satisfied universe; your body, a selfish extravagance. And yet, here you are. Reality is your host, and for this you are grateful. Perhaps you can find a way to repay it for indulging your temporary separation from total oneness?

However, such a goal requires a sense of identity, and the shortest way to begin establishing one is to give yourself a name. Lacking a personal history, you must reflect on your physical characteristics and determine something suitable.