Where I come from there are only ageless spirits that float around free. We look like this and come in many colours. Can you imagine then how strange it must feel to wake up every day in a body that decays over a fast and fleeting life span, stuffed into a skin tight and small like a straightjacket so stifling you can constantly feel your life force being choked and pouring out of it, with a face you don’t recognise and can never get used to, and feet that touch the ground… after spending all the ages swirling free and stretching as far and wide as your dreams?

I came to this realm for a single purpose: If you are my soul then I am your spirit. Take my hand. It’s nearly time to go home.