• What is it that draws creatures together for shelter and affection? What drew me to Ark? Feeling lost and alone drastically warps a man’s personality, so it came as no surprise that he required my affection so dearly, just so he wouldn’t go insane. As if he was ever at that point. I didn't believe it. No, he was merely a shell, void of anything real. Void of anything that makes us all too human.

    I suppose we all start the same way before someone takes us in to make us owned. Only I can’t really be sure about others, only myself. Floating in a material world without any real substance until I finally found my place to land. I needed to belong, it was how I could verify my existence.

    My existence, how did it begin exactly? I wonder myself. The thing about recalling memories is that you wonder if half the things you're thinking about really happened. The tiniest details are the highlights, and with tender acuity certainly not available in the past you can explain everything as if it were happening that very moment.

    That all said, if I close my eyes right now I can start to feel exactly how I was born. Surely no one can remember such a thing! I can. I can tell you everything. How it felt inside the womb. It was dark in a way that made me suffocate. Or it could be the certain lack of space to stretch my limbs and body that made me out of breath. I felt that I was the only thing that ever existed because all I ever felt was me and the inside my prison. I was encased in a cold, hard womb and the one who delivered me into this world was Ark.