the dawn of self awareness in a body of water

let your imagination run free...

like...before, I move, not by choice, or under my own power. now, I'm slightly aware of the banks beside me, the creatures that call me home, and the blue of the blameless expanse that extends in every direction above it all.

if by some external device, or something else I cannot fathom yet, I have been imbued with more than I was before this--awareness of self and so on, I cannot tell. I do know that this, the tiny awakening of perceiving, is not ordinary.

what am I?

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