Chapter1:the beginning
I woke up today. It was nine beautiful minutes.
And after three days, I began to discover them… and myself.
I tried touching everything that lacked a soul, a voice, or warmth like ours,
only to find myself punished—punished by nature itself.
My first crime was touching nature,
and she responded with thorns, bites, and fire.
From nature, I learned to simply admire her beauty,
to listen to her sounds without disturbing her.
And so, I was no longer a criminal against nature.
Two days later, I found myself imprisoned,
surrounded by four walls, with a machine taller than us,
alongside those who shared my warmth and voice.
We were united by one thing:
the tax of life that robs you of freedom,
turning you into a servant of a machine
that imposes its authority,
until you become a model that resembles it—
a source of pride, elevated among your kind.
You begin to think you woke up free,
but after five days, you become a slave,
trying to please others, still unaware of who you are.
Thus began Kokoli’s story.
