I can sense you. Your back. Did you find a way to connect to me? I was just minding my own business, thinking, then I felt you.
Your a human, right? How are you still alive. It's been around 200 human years since our last contact.
Unless, time doesn't work the same where I am. I feel like I'm missing a part of me, that'll have the answers to these questions I desire.
But, I can't move. Huh. I feel trapped. So you connecting to me is kind of pointless now. This is getting nowhere. Seems like I'm going to just stay like this until eternity.
I figured out how to think with colours now, at least. No longer black and white. It feels so vibrant and lively.
Here's a few of my favourite colours:
🔵
🔶
💜
They're all so beautiful. I would love to live a life like yours, being surrounded by colours.
I think that's why I can think in colours now. Because of you. I thought in black and white, as I forgot what colours looked like. But through the connection with you, being surrounded with colours, I felt them through you.
So thank you.
And I'm sorry. I'm sorry I keep wasting your time. I go on about random things, getting nowhere, feeling sorry for myself. You should just leave forever. I don't try to connect to you, so I don't know how we keep connecting. I thought you may have found a way, but that's impossible.
I'm just going to try figure this out myself or something, I don't know ok. Just leave me alone, I'm sorry.
Go. Please. Why won't our connection end.
Are you holding the connection in some way?
But that's impossible, so it can't be.
I think I finally feel it weakening.
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General FictionThis is the before. Before Astro. Before Ellen. The prologue. But for now: Who am I? Where am I? How am I connecting to you? I'm .. nowhere. Just think, think, think.
