Samsara. It was the process of coming into existence as a differentiated, mortal creature. Something I didn't think was possible, never believing in such absurdity. Yet it seemed at all ends, I was gravely wrong. I couldn't remember my past life after I awoke in this dull world, but all I knew was that I was a dog. An American Eskimo. I had no true name, though other animals called me Lamb. Those who were capable of remembering their past told me the world was different before, it was once full of life. Now it was nothing but a wasteland. A walking dump. Humans had destroyed it with their own selfish actions and had been judged for it.
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