Waking shaking

Imagine waking up to this. A being with a past that has given it a body that surpasses bodies. A body that make tools. A body that makes bodies. Surpassing its fellow beings it remains humble, lest it destroy the world like a giant in a flowerbed.
Imagine waking up to this. The beings has forgotten themself and dont know what they are. Procreating is seen as an end in itself. To be the first family to fill the world with kin.
Imagine waking up to this. Being meat-eaters they look upon other beings not as being but as animals and their mouths water and bellies thirst for water and food. They drink the water. They kill the animals. They burn the forrests to be warm and full. Burning to be free from time. Their past.