What you can see.

With a Soul.

There was a young boy. They said they loved him. They said they would protect him.

The boy was special. The boy always listened. But then the boy got sick.

Got sick with the same sickness hundreds of children acquired.

The same sickness the doctors said the castle could fix.

The same sickness that the children never came back from.

The same sickness that brought four elites to the castle.

The same sickness that would occur years later, bringing three new elites to the castle.

The boy came to the castle. The boy cried in the castle.

Then the boy could remember nothing else, nothing but the white halls.

The boy went through scans

The boy went through painful bits of soul separation.

Until it was ripped from his body.

Until his soul was locked in a program.

Until the boy was no longer a boy

The boy was a a soul that could control lines of code.

The boy was a room,

A room with no memories.

A room with a soul.