A new myst gathers in the morning

The light, oh, how I love your embrace and warmth. I don't know how I feel in this form. I raise my hands and open them wide to the light. My body moves as if I were human again, basking in its rays, but my left hand is aimed at the ground. All is clear; I can see that no monster is crawling the floor. All seems too unrealistic compared to last night.

The creature brushes the leaves and brushes from his shoddy nest. He climbs from branch to branch, going higher up the tree, gathering nuts, and eating whatever was grasped with his right hand. Only this simple activity seems to calm him down. It pauses only to raise its left hand to see what is going on.

Only a light mist within a sea of a forest as far as the eye can see. I feel a little better remembering a song about the sun chasing away darkness. I hum the tune while swinging my legs. I almost feel like a kid again. Although this is a nightmare for survival, I won't have to go to work today. It's a small plus, I guess. 

The creature fidgeted around on the branches before slowly moving down to its humble nest. Hiding itself for a couple of more minutes before going out again and looking around. Its figure slumped in grief for a moment as to make up its mind. 

I can't stay up in this tree forever. I know I will go even more crazed and filled with madness if I do. So now I will brave the forest floor once again.

The creature slowly crawled down backward, barely making any progress at any particular moment in time. When it was five feet above the ground, a piece of the bark gave way, and the creature fell down, landing on its back, stunned.

"I'm alive! I thought I was going to shatter," said the creature. I am finally on the stable ground again. Images of yesterday flashed before my eyes. I thought my body would shatter when the weightlessness and sensation embarrassed me for a second. I felt the shock of impact, but nothing significant happened. It was a relief. 

After observing my form yesterday, I thought I was made of some magical living marble, but surprisingly, my body seems to be acting more like a tougher human skin right now. 

"What can I do? What do I need? What can I really do? Do I have a purpose here? Can I do what that figure does to that headless monster owl? How can I protect myself? Do I have any particular weakness? How durable am I? Is there intelligent life here? Am I to live alone? Can I work properly with having my hand compromised? Do I have the ability to I can train? Do I need water? Do I need to hunt, or can I survive on tree nuts?" said the figure, clutching its head with its left hand and its right hand held to the heavens, gasping at something screaming its questions. "WHAT AM I? IS THERE ANYONE THAT CAN HELP me?"

The figure regained its composure and sat down. Thinking about what it has experienced and what is needed to survive.

I have a simple shelter to hide myself, but I don't know how long that will last me. I don't know if or when I may suffer from malnutrition. Those bugs might work. They seem docile enough as prey. Maybe I can fish for them. I mean, they move more like fish than bugs in swarms and schools. 

I will need to make some kind of weapon or learn how to manipulate my body myself. Maybe if I try flexing or imaging it?

The creature flexed and made strange poses for no apparent reason before curling up in a ball and rocking back and forth for a minute. It stopped and stood up. The creature started walking back to a large stone it saw while wandering the forest yesterday.

After several hours, it found the stone. Smaller rocks scattered around it. It picked them up and bashed them against each other. The creature continued in this behavior with one rock and another until they broke into smaller sizes, until the stones became jagged spear tips, arrowhead tips, and stone knives.

"These are all crap! How am I to make proper strikes when my only eye needs to be closed when I strike and break the stone into a proper shape?" Questioned the creature. I continue to look at my creations in front of me. My amateur work is obvious even to my own eyes, eye. 

The creature picks up its stone tools, holds them in its right arm, and starts walking back into the forest again. 

It returns to the tree that had its nest by following its tracks back again. The creature puts down the tools at the base of the tree and wanders around the bushes and fallen leaves to find any branches. It took a stone knife to cut several large stems and weave them into a simple makeshift basket to carry the rest of the tools up to its simple nest. 

I finally reached my shelter, or would a nest be more appropriate for a creature like me? It looks like l at least should be able to use these tools to shape the branches into proper but simple hunting tools. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. As long as I can never return to that darkness again, the lesser darkness of night will be livable.

The creature climbed from large branches above it and went to the smaller offshoots to cut and gather them together. When a large bundle was finally gathered together, it climbed down to its nest. It placed them next to the main trunk, grabbed a larger branch, and widdled it into a simple pointed stick as the first weapon. 

The creature picked up another branch and split in three to the middle and sharpened the tips into a trident while binding the base of the split to prevent more splitting. The creature split another branch down the middle and bound one of the spear tips. It did this same technique until it made several more spears and small throwing darts. 

I guess that is all I will be able to make for today. I should go gather some food and get some sleep to have the mental energy needed for tonight. 

The creature gathered more nuts and cut young bark off the branches to weave together into a simple cord rope to be tied to several of the spears. 

After it was done with its work the creature tied its weapons next to its nest and laid there to sleep until the encompassing darkness came. It creature hummed a song about being human again with a small tear dripping out of its eye before the darkness of sleep embraced it.