To Wave
I am the Snail. That is who I am, and all I will ever be. I was born myself and shall die myself, being no one else between the two.
But I do not concern myself with such matters. I have a purpose; who I am is unimportant. I do not waver. I do not question.
I wave.
Waving is an action of greeting or dismissal, signifying the beginning or end of… anything. A conversation, a friendship, and so much else besides. It is the Alpha and Omega. It is pure. It is beautiful.
I have dedicated my life to it. Refining the art, looking deep into its true meaning, hoping one day to reach enlightenment and spread the word while I continue my journey.
I have endured many hardships, travelled all over Ooo and beyond. I have seen all, and nothing.
Once, my mind was controlled by the evil Lich King, and I was forced to free him from his prison, later becoming his host, then forced to kill the great Hero Billy.
Such worldly affairs do not concern me; I continued my mission even while my body was not my own. But whilst on my mission, I have seen much that interests me. I have seen the trials and tribulations of Finn the Human, for one. It is a story of both joy and tragedy, and one that not a single inhabitant of the land does not know at least part of.
He is said to be the next great Hero of Ooo, and from what I have seen, that is certainly true. He is strong, kind and brave, if immature, quick to anger and greatly troubled in the field of romance.
Such a sad story… But I am not the one to go to for it. Many could tell it better. And it is not what I focus on, anyway. Diverting it may be, but divert me from my purpose it does not.
I wave.
