Nothing happened before these low quality recordings were made with a bad mic on a computer with no knowledge of how to make good recordings.
It all started a long time ago, probably with a mother singing a lullaby to her child, or perhaps a hunter plucking his bow. Flutes were carved, tunes were whistled, and melodies were sung. Then a bunch of time happened, and I did the same.
No, I play dead.
Lovely sounds, lovely words, and lovely images.
Air with a sufficient quantity of oxygen. Water. Food. Etcetera.