I Don't Know.

If one could describe myself, I would tell them to stop after their first word, no matter what it was. Not to be depressing or because I'm depressed, but rather because I'm just tired of people trying to describe me. They think they know who I am, though they only know who I show myself to be. I have many forms, yet they all exist at once and they have molded into a single body that is me.

If these types of stories are not to your fancy, go ahead and read something else. I don't deserve your read if you don't want to give me your read. That's just how it works.

This is not one for the young'uns, I'm sorry. If you are a young'un, or are inexperienced with stories like this (usually filled with sad things and things involving death and gore and stereotypical shenanigans like that), I'd recommend you read something else. It'd work better.