Prologue
The weather is nice this morning. I place my pencil on my desk and look at the sky through the window of my office. Sheets of paper are scattered everywhere on my desk. Drawings. But not just of any random things. They are of my friends, my friends from space. From another planet in another universe. I close my eyes and breathe in the air of the room. I haven't seen them in a long, long time. I look back at my drawings, drawings of Transformers. Drawn accurately and shaded with lead pencil. I look out the window once more, knowing what I must do. I rise, selecting a small notebook with a leather cover before returning to my desk. I run the tips of my fingers along the smooth cover, then open the notebook. Selecting a quill I begin to write the title; 'The Traveller.' Then, without my consent, my hand with the quill began to write, write my memories...
Thank you AetheriusStorm for the help for the translation ;)
