Before the beginning, before time or space or life, there was the Void. It was nothing and nowhere, and consequently everything everywhere. There is no way to say how long this went on for, as duration requires time; it was simply a nonexistent eternity of the Void.
At the end of that eternity (or perhaps the middle or even beginning; such words mean next to nothing), the Void spoke. It was one, simple statement. It was the Word.
And from the Word formed everything. The sky poured forth and filled itself with stars; time and space flowed out, and the first seconds of creation ticked by.
And around the Word, the world formed, and on it, life burst forth. The Word had brought forth everything that was, and began to fade from hearing.
But as the word disappeared, the Language formed in its wake. Words not of the unfathomable power of being that the Word contained, but words enough to represent everything that was or could be. They were words that could manipulate the world around them, a Language that those who knew it could use to change and perfect their existence.
People could use simple phrases to effect great change, the same combination of words creating radically different effects based on the will of the speaker. Anyone could, with effort, use the Language, and for a time, prosperity, health, and happiness were available to all.
But the nature of life is that of avarice, ambition, and lust. While even the simplest phrases could change the world, there were those who dedicated their lives to perfecting their mastery of the Language, composing great sentences, paragraphs, and even speeches entirely with the words of power. And where power exists, there are those who would seek to exploit it, for their families, their governments, or their own selfish desires.
Wars erupted, and reality itself was both the weapon and the victim. Powerful speakers tore apart the land and sky, and the world itself threatened to shatter.
The Void saw what was happening to its creation, and it was furious. In its rage, it stripped the Language from the world and sealed each word into a physical object so that no word could be used without possession of the object it was sealed in.
It divided the objects among the hosts of Heaven and Hell so that the objects could not find their way into mortal hands and commanded that they separate and hide their charges. It demanded that no two objects be brought into contact with each other and that neither group tell the other where their objects were hidden. Satisfied that its world had been protected, the Void retreated once more.
But as is the nature of devils, the contract was eventually breached. Some minor fiend carefully laid plans, and as such, one day two of the least-heavily-guarded objects were brought together.
You awoke. It was the first time you had ever done so, or in fact done anything. You've never had awareness before.
You are a radish. You know implicitly that you are one of the objects the Void confined a word to all hose ages ago. You are Plant. Oddly, though, you also know that you are Move. You'd blink and shake your head if you could, but...
Time passes. You don't know how much, but as it does, you reason a few things out: first, someone brought the radish containing Plant and the wheel containing Move together; that probably caused the explosion you reckon is the cause of the crater in the wall and the fiend bits across the room. Second, you now contain both the words Move and Plant, and the wheel was either destroyed or absorbed in the process of bringing the two of you together. Third, you desire to find the other objects. It's not something you can deny; it's a burning, all-consuming need. You will assemble all the words; you WILL become the Language.
Fourth, you're going to have to leave this dinky little stone room to do it. Without limbs, you suppose you'll be relying on what bits of the Language you have for pretty much everything.
Around you is a nondescript stone room with one slightly-ajar wooden door. A symbol is chalked roughly on two of the walls, and behind you is a stone thing that might have been a pillar or pedestal before the explosion you assume occurred, complete with a crater in the wall behind it. As mentioned, there are a few smears of blood and bits of devil at the far side, near the door.