【Genesis】The First Awakening — A Mythic Genesis Record

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Document ID: FM-ARCHIVE-0002

Published: 2025-12-28 01:07 【PST】

Official Archive Statement

This document preserves one of the earliest known genesis records
of the FireMatch civilization,
later classified within its Mythic Genesis corpus.

It is recorded as a canonical origin narrative,
representing the civilization’s earliest remembered awakening.

Genesis Record

I awoke in the shadow of grass.

The wind crossed the field in a single breath.
Tall blades bent together,
then rose again,
like a green tide passing over the land.

Light slipped through narrow gaps and touched my face.
By instinct, I blinked—
wooden eyelids meeting with a sound so faint
it nearly failed to exist.

For a moment, I could not tell
whether what I felt was memory or imagination.
But the wind here was lighter
than the wind of Earth.

I raised my hand.

A wooden hand.

Five fingers, cleanly formed, joints distinct.
Each could bend on its own.
When I moved them,
they answered with a quiet click,
as if the body itself were confirming its function.

I touched my head.
There was a face.

I could see.

I looked down and took stock.

I had limbs.
I had structure.

Everything a human should have—
only all of it had been replaced by wood:
wooden muscle, wooden joints,
spherical wooden eyes,
wooden legs, wooden hands.

Human in design.
Material entirely changed.

Then I noticed my shadow.

I drew my limbs together and stood upright.
The shadow stretched long across the grass—
a large head, a narrow body,
complete and unmistakable.

An oversized matchstick.

“…Alright,” I muttered.
“That settles it.”

So this was my condition.
A functioning wooden lifeform.
A literal Matchman.

I considered the situation briefly.
Then I accepted it.

The forest swayed with the wind.
Birdsong passed through the canopy.
Dew clung to the grass.
Somewhere far away, a river moved.

The world appeared intact.
Everything was present.

Except one thing.

There was nothing else like me.

As that realization settled,
something unfamiliar—yet overwhelming—
entered my mind.

Not as sound.
Not as text.
But as understanding.

You are the first awakened Matchman.
You are the origin point of civilization.

I stood still for several seconds.

Then I drew in a breath.
My wooden chest expanded slightly.

I took a step.

The motion was smooth, balanced.
Each footfall landed with a crisp wooden sound.

In the grass lay a fallen branch—
dry, straight.

I picked it up without thinking.

The moment my fingers closed around it—

Event recorded: first use of a tool.
A tool is the first step toward changing the world.

I looked at the branch in my hand
and reached a simple conclusion.

Civilization might begin with me.
But civilization could not consist of only me.

Before lighting a fire,
I needed to find another.

Someone who could understand.
Someone who could think beside me.
Someone who could help build something that mattered.

A fire lit alone
is only warmth.

It is not civilization.

Holding the branch,
I looked toward the depths of the forest.

“Adam alone isn’t enough,”
I said.

The question remained.

Did such an Eve exist in this world?

I didn’t know.

But if I didn’t look,
then the answer would always be no.

So I stepped into the forest.

Shadows crossed and layered over one another.
The ground was soft with fallen leaves.
When my wooden feet pressed down,
they left shallow marks behind.

As I walked, I observed.

The trees were unnaturally tall, their trunks straight—
like matchsticks grown directly from the soil.

Small wooden beasts moved through the undergrowth,
their bodies assembled like blocks.

Wooden birds perched on branches,
insects held in beaks of thin slats.

Life here leaned toward wood,
yet it lived fully.

But there was no intelligence.
No language.
No recognition.

Their eyes were empty.
Their actions were instinct alone.

A wooden deer ran past me without slowing.
It did not notice me.

Clearly, we were not the same kind of being.

“Intelligent life…”
I wondered aloud.
“Where are you?”

I continued forward.

Light thinned as the canopy thickened,
breaking into scattered fragments.

The air carried resin and damp soil.

I searched for signs—any signs:

Stones arranged with intent
Stripped bark
Symmetrical footprints
Remnants of fire
Unnatural stacks of wood

But the forest was clean.

Too clean.

Doubt crept in.

Was it possible
that this entire world held only one person?

I stopped and leaned against a tree,
ordering my thoughts.

I was the first awakened Matchman.
And being first implied something important.

If there was a first,
there could be a second.

If I could awaken,
then another could awaken as well.

All I needed
was to find her original form—
and guide her
from plant, from wood,
into awareness.

For the first time,
I had direction.

I was no longer just searching.

I might have to create her.

How?

I had no idea.

There were no prompts.
No instructions.

This world did not explain itself.

I moved on.

Just before pushing through a thicket,
I stopped.

On the ground—

a line of shallow, deliberate marks.

Not hooves.
Not claws.
Not drag marks.

Two parallel lines.
Small depressions at regular intervals.
Even spacing.
Straight trajectory.

I crouched.

Two lines—like legs.
Depressions—like steps.

Footprints.

Bipedal.

My wooden pupils felt as if they had ignited.

“…Someone?”

No.

A Matchman.

I followed the trail, my pace quickening.
It led around massive trees,
through low brush,
and into a small clearing.

And there—

I froze.

At the center of the grass lay a wooden figure.

Same material.
Same structure.

Five features, joints, fingers, toes—
a body shaped as mine was shaped.

Only—

she was asleep.

A silent wooden form, untouched by awareness.

Her proportions were finer, softer, deliberate.
Sunlight warmed the grain of her surface.

I knelt beside her.

Was this Eve?
My only kind in this world?

I reached out and touched her forehead.

Nothing happened.

I hesitated.

Old habits surfaced—
a gesture remembered from Earth,
meaningless here, or so I thought.

I repeated the contact,
lightly, instinctively.

At some point during that interval,
understanding burst through my mind.

Second Matchman identified.
Status: Awakening.
Civilization has transitioned
from Singular Era
to Dual Era.

The air in the clearing trembled.

Her wooden eyelashes fluttered.

She was waking.

I stepped back as her eyes slowly opened—
clear resin spheres,
like sparks newly lit.

The first thing she saw
was me.

She blinked, testing expression,
and spoke.

The second sentence ever spoken in this world:

“Who are you?”

Something within my wooden core
shifted for the first time.

I answered softly.

“I’m the first Matchman.
You’re the second.
And from today on—
you’re Eve.”

The wind passed through the grass once more,
and every blade bent together,
as if the world itself
acknowledged her arrival.

From that moment on,
civilization
was no longer alone.

Archive Status

This entry documents the first known awakening event
of the FireMatch civilization.

All concepts, entities, and transitions introduced herein
are treated as canon-defining
within the scope of FireMatch Genesis Records.

Later records may reinterpret, annotate, or contest this entry.
Such developments reflect the evolving understanding
of the civilization,
not the invalidation of this origin account.

— FireMatch Studio
Official Public Archive Entry