it all began with a simple of another big bang.
A God had died and gave birth via his dead particles, thus the creation of Norel. He's aware of life by the time he's 5, and the rest? no memories at all.
in the faint distant had he noticed a city. he had heard of them through the old radio before. he spent his time observing it, leaning on a twig of a tree, awaiting for sleep to consumine him by night. this become a part of his routine, practically raising him. one day, he had grown up. he had made a choice that he will discover the city on his own.
by the time of his arrival, the city had been.. a ghost city. no one's in sight. occasional insects produces sound as he jumps on a puddle of rain. the splashing sound is satisfying. he did it again, and again, until he's satisfied.
exploring old ruins of once a technological city, he poked the skulls laying around, he's curious. they still wore clothes-- beaten and dirty, but hey, it's clothes! plus, his shirt is almost too tight for his age.
on a shard of mirror he took a look at himself. unkept and greasy hair is not his focus, but rather, the simple shorts and the black t-shirts he wore. he admired himself. the only times he looked at his own reflection was only on puddles of water, that includes river and ponds around the woods. now that they're rare to find on the abondoned city, he decided to take the shard of mirror and places it on a backpack he found.
straying further is easy for him. once he ate moss, thinking it's some kind of consumable plant, just like the apples he ate back in the woods, but alas. he swore to never eat foreign plants from then. that being said, he yearns to eat.
no, he's not hungry. he's never hungry, but he quickly learned to tolerate food and adapts on the nonexistent rule of life.
