Exordium 3

Third wobbled into existence, light searing their vision ⚡ bright→dark.

Disjointed memories flooded their perceptual field like corrupted data:
SGFwcHkgQmlydGhkYXk=⍎

The weight of eyes upon them — a new pressure. Their right limb dragged under unfamiliar metal, while blurred forms emitted noise:
Quelly "⊕: encouragements△warnings⍙pulse↘"
Auctan "∎∎: biometric-scan⍎familiar-resonance"

Something stirred. A face. Amata. The word surfaced like a file from fragmented storage:
significator⍎{Amata△ZnJpZW5k?}

They attempted sounds, mirroring the dyadic patterns:
vocal-output∷interrogative⍎attenuation↑

The response came — a colorful rectangle, sparking delight. Deeper memories surged. A name. A signifier.

Was there one for them?

They tested the air with unfamiliar vocal cords. A sound returned, repeated, clinging to them like a label:
identicative-signifier⍎Eou?

"Eou…" The syllables felt alien yet correct. The older figure — Father — responded with shared noises, then offered another object. The scent was intoxicating:
c3dlZXRyb2xs⍎possession△joy

Then — hostility. Another form, radiating:
emotion-vector⍎{aggression⚑|hunger△hidden-sadness}

The metal weight on their limb became purposeful. A crystallization:
self-definition⍎{Eou△TUlORS4=}

He wants it.
I won’t let him take it.

The fist clenched.

assertion⍎boundary-establishment⍾

It's TUlORS4=

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