My story. It's complicated, but I'll do as best as I can to explain it. I mean, it's not terrible but it's .. well.. we can say isolation isn't exactly the most fun experience. It began awhile ago.. well.. more like in the first week of when I was born. Incredibly "petite" - which is part of the reason life wasn't all too amazing. My parents had realized I was much too small, and so I was exiled at an amazingly young age. However, I lived a surprisingly prosperous life in the little cove I found. A small cove, surrounded by many minuscule sea creatures. They were my only company, and they couldn't converse with me much, except for occasional bubbles that angled their ways up to the surface of water. With faith, I fled that small hut, finding a slightly larger cave in a forest like area, my current abode. There are many little species scuttling around the area, which makes the pain in my chest go away a bit.. but I still feel..
Despite the occasional visits from friends, I have a little ache in my heart. But short kicks of optimism spread throughout my body at times, usually when the sun sinks down and the moon rises to spread it's light. That's when I'm most comfortable.
I've actually constructed a little book - a small volume - of various constellations I've spotted in more open areas. I've got a few, such as Scorpius, Orion, Taurus, Libra, Canis Major, Ursa Minor, and and more. It's got some little facts in there too, which I might reveal later if you stick around long enough.
Back to the story.. which was present day, I'm a fairly joyous being, but I feel as if there is someone out there.. waiting for me. An odd feeling indeed.
This is Luo. He's an extremely great companion to have around - and we have a few things in common. We love nature. Little insects and especially a particular butterfly that caught our attention. He's got such a warm heart that it pains me we've gone through similar experiences. Luo's a friendly guy though, and I couldn't ask for a better friend. One difference in us, though, is that Luo is meant to relive the life of another, one he doesn't want to relive. Yet, by creating a fake identity, he masks himself to the real world. I feel bad for him, I really do.