When I was born, a star kissed my neck and bestowed a gift upon me. No, not just a birth mark, something inside, too. An ability, a sense. I could see the world clearer than those around me, and I could hear the invisible whispers of those who were no longer in this realm.
I have written down these events and dreams in a notebook, which I will transfer onto this computer and this website. Whether or not you will read them is up to you. But if this gets taken down, know that there are others out there that don't want you to know. They want The Untouched to stay that way, because it's for your own good or whatever. I just don't like the whole 'keep it secret' rule.
Maybe my authority issues will be the death of me.
