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This work explores the silent fate of one who will never be seen, whose existence was extinguished before it could take form. It narrates the story of the first—the one who ventured into the passage of life yet never emerged on the other side. Among thousands alike, he was neither exceptional nor lacking; he was merely the first. Yet it was he who failed to reach fulfillment, who never crossed the threshold into being. His journey ceased before he could attain awareness, before he could perceive warmth, sorrow, or elation.

He was his mother’s first child—the one she would never come to know, yet the one who would remain with her forever. He did not vanish without consequence, nor was he lost. Instead, he became woven into the fabric of her body, an unseen fragment of her very essence—a presence she would never perceive. He never felt a tender touch, never heard the rhythmic pulse of her heart, yet he persisted within her, bound to her for eternity.

He did not suffer. Fear never had the chance to grip him. He knew nothing of agony or despair—he simply dissolved into the quiet vastness of her inner world, transformed into something beyond life and death, beyond recognition or remembrance. His fate diverged from those who would come after him, those who would complete the passage into existence. He was the first step that led nowhere, the first whisper swallowed by silence, the first inception that never reached fruition.