Primordial Qi

I slumber beyond time, lingering at the edge of truth. I cannot explain it clearly, nor do I wish to. I am but a stubborn stone from a distant mountain, unnoticed by all. Born from the humblest origins, unheard of in the heavens, I am merely a projection of the divine, cast upon the mortal world. Suddenly awakening, my broken body hangs suspended in midair, a mysterious force deeply embedded in the depths of my soul. The divine speaks to me in this manner. In that vast sea, the shores are built of desire, the waters condensed from consciousness, the entire world constructed from souls. It turns out we are but tools of the soul, yet our bodies remain utterly unaware. (This story is purely fictional; please do not draw parallels.) — Description from novelcodex.org