/Res/
I live on the moon. I'll admit, it's kind of interesting. I get to live in the sky and see the planet of the keilo below me. I get to see new areas every day. I like to think about the stories and characters that exist down there. It would be nice to see the joy and happiness they experience. They all have their own stories and past that made them who they are. I'm sure all kinds of persons exist down there, it's just a shame that I'm up here.
Sometimes I like to think of myself as a goddess, watching the keilo from afar but with love. Sadly, it would be more accurate to compare me to a princess locked away in a tower, but with a much crueller twist. I would never be able to leave my tower, regardless of what the prince did. I'm someone destined to spend the rest of my days here, as that's just how my existence works.
I've had people say that I'm the luckiest person in the world. I've also had people say that I'm the unluckiest person, too. The truth is, they're probably both true. I guess it depends on what you focus on.
The atmosphere on the moon is very similar to the main planet, pretty much identical actually. But there's a tiny difference that I'm sure most keilo aren't aware of. There's a chemical in the air on the main planet that doesn't exist up here on the moon. Apparently, the first plants were all mutations that were unable to create it, and by pure chance too. When they passed down their genes, the new ones would be missing it too. This tiny chemical was never required for us to breath, and removing it didn't affect anything, from what we could tell.
I am allergic to this chemical. I wouldn't be able to survive on the main planet, as breathing itself would be killing me. See what I mean about being both lucky and unlucky? If I were born on the main planet I would have died. If I were born on the moon with the same atmosphere I also would have died. But by some strange coincidence, I was given the chance to live. It's quite amazing, actually, as this kind of thing shouldn't have been possible. I should have died long ago. But somehow, I'm still here.
At the end of the day, it's the luckiest outcome for the unluckiest position. Being allergic to breathing isn't something very common, nor is it something anyone should ever want to have. It wasn't genetic or a recessive gene or anything fancy like that, I was simply born like this. It's more of a mutation, where my body was made slightly different to the regular keilo. This slight difference is the difference between life and death for me, and made it so that I would never be able to even set foot on my home planet.
The keilo are a one-of-a-kind species, you know? This planet is the only place we can be found. There's not a single other planet out there were other keilo live. It's technically possible for keilo to travel away from our planet, but because of the ritual and how our matching system works, there's no point. We have to stick together. We're the only creatures to be able to survive this way. It's truly amazing how special we are.
I'm one of them. I like being one of them. But I might as well not be. I can't step foot onto our home planet. This is the planet of keilo. It's the only place in the universe like this. It's the same ground that the keilo have lived on since the beginning of time itself. Living there is what it means to be a keilo. But I'm unable to go there. It's a place so close to where I am, where I literally see it every day by simply looking into the sky, yet I will never be able to reach it.
We have the ritual up here too, which I found quite interesting. From what I can tell, it's not nearly as reliable as the ones on the main planet, but it seems to work when it does. It really depends on where you are on the planet, as well as the position of the moon and the rotation, to know whether you're in range or not. It can still find anyone anywhere, but it just might take a while sometimes.
As much as I loved the idea of it, I never wanted it to work for me. I just felt too guilty. The whole point of it is to travel and find them, but I'm useless, just trapped up here. When the ritual first worked for me, I wasn't happy or excited, but scared and worried. I hoped that I would just be someone born without a match. But now, there's someone out there looking for me, who might not ever be able to find me.
I went to the ritual every week. Part of me felt like I shouldn't, but it felt just as bad to just have him think I was dead. He wandered around, and I could get a rough idea of where he was on the planet. For months he travelled around. He couldn't figure it out. He didn't understand. For all I knew, they didn't even know that keilo lived up here.
I felt terrible. It felt like it was the worst pain possible. I wished it were me down there. I wished I could do something. I wished that things were different. I held no power. My existence caused a person to struggle, lost and confused in a world that made no sense. I really hoped the journey wasn't that bad. I really hoped that things would turn for the better, but I had no way of knowing what was going on. All I could do was sit here, filled with wishes and hopes. The worst part was that it wasn't just anyone down there struggling, it was my soulmate. It was the person I would love with every ounce of my being, who would mean the world to me. It was the most important person to me down there suffering, and at this rate, we wouldn't even get the chance to meet.
When I took the ritual this week, I looked straight up at the planet of keilo. The ritual worked and pointed us towards one another, this time in a way that felt different to every other time. It was a straight line. He was down there. He was where I was looking, looking back at me. Maybe he would figure it out and come up here to find me.
But, wait... What would happen if he made it up here? Wouldn't he end up trapped up here with me? If he came it's likely that he wouldn't set foot on the main planet again. If he were to be by my side then we would have to exist up here. If he were to find me, he would lose everything. He would no longer get the chance to live a normal life on our planet. He wouldn't get the freedom to travel, or go anywhere unless without me. If he were to find me, he would lose everything.
Would I really be worth it?
