When I talk to things invisible, they think I am insane. Like any other living or undead creature that ever walked the dimensions. I am more alone than the coldest, sharpest demon. Though he didn’t seem to think it himself. But I know better than to trust, because everyone’s thoughts are illusions. If they weren’t, the whitened soul, the oldest blade and the forgotten stars would turn on every living being, and the dimensions would erase themselves. The borders can’t be broken without the four of us. One yet to be born. Although… No, he couldn’t know about the past life. The blood iris thrust at me once. Tried to trap me. But not did he realize his mistake as his feeble arms flung back until he saw my wings. For I am Misunderstanding.

“You can stay here.”

“Not a chance.”

“Why?”

“Because I care about their existences.”

“Who are you…?”

“Somebody.”

“Who?”

“The one here to see you.”

“Me?”

“Yes.”

“For what?”

“Something.”

“But where? Here?”

“Somewhere…”

“Where though? And who are you?”

“I am Someone itself. I have come for Something, and I seem to have found it where Somewhere was, so I best be going.”

“But”-