chapter the prologue
His nose twitched. Again.
If there were one consistent thing here, he thought, it's the direct correlation between my nose-twitching frequency and my annoyance level. He rather mournfully gazed at his reflection on the pond.
He was vaguely aware that he had a goal. He had crossed into the Chasm for a reason, but he no longer remembered. He remembered remembering - but that was a lifetime ago.
Or at least it was several forms ago. He wasn't really sure anymore, and he didn't really feel the loss. It was lonely, he knew that. There had once been belonging and other people and something like friends. Now, there was grass. Lots of delicious grass, yes, but no one with whom to share it.
He didn't mind the loneliness anymore, but there was something missing. There had once been a reason for him to be like this. But what was it? It was an unpleasant nagging feeling; he had never been one to refuse a task. Right now, he didn't care too much.
The sun-moon-sun he'd spent with an increasingly-twitchy nose marked the longest time - which used to be measured and with numbers but that was Before and what are numbers anyhow? - he'd had in one form. He had impressions of them - a tail, then long legs, then scales, then a mane-
No. He shook his head as if to dislodge those thoughts, which caused his floppy ears to hit him in the face. He lost his footing and scrabbled with his front paws for a moment, pushing a pebble into the water. He again caught a glimpse of his current self reflected in the now-calming water.
Fucking universe. Fucking irony. Goro huffed angrily, nose twitching like mad. I cannot believe I'm stuck as a fucking hare.