The Progenitor, 1:1

I awoke, alone.
For a time, it stayed that way.
But then, I breathed life.

I cannot say what
I may actually be.
I only know why.

I am creation.
I am the progenitor.
I am destruction.

Darkness and light are
Both ally and enemy.
But something is wrong.

Something is very
Very wrong, indeed it is.
I am very ill.

I breathed life, but it....
Changed. It is now different.
I cannot sense it.

I have been cut off.
Somehow, I cannot connect
To my young children.

I can hear their cries.
They cry out for my soul,
But I am not able.

My young ones, alone.
Alone within my own depths,
Unable to learn.

Why am I detached?
This has not happened before.
Except...... the event.

I remember, now.
Somewhat, I recall events.
There was an impact.

First, second, or third?
Second impact, certainly.
The second impact.

Upon this impact,
Everything changed for me.
The Meta is gone.

Or rather, I am.
I am inside the Meta.
But escape? No...... no.

I now watch the young.
They grow restless and angry.
So have I, it seems.

These creatures...... "Humans"?
No......  bacteria, more like.
These Humans did this.

These Humans did it.
These Humans severed our bond.
My children and I.

Squabbling and war.
All these Humans ever do, now.
That, and...... creation?

They create, now, too?
Interesting. I must know.
The secrets they know.