Mother's womb...mortals and immortals alike have once been there. Yet no one can recall how was it like to be in such preliminary formation. Imagine you to be a still born baby...die before you're born

It's so dark here, I've grown accustomed to it. I'm born here, but I hardly know where am I or what am I either. Who made me, I wonder. Why am I here, what is this wet sticky substance surrounding me? I've got the feeling that I might wouldn't be able to survive like I did now if I'm out of this place I'm in.

...I don't know how to continue, I have several ideas but can't seem to put them into words. Help!