The tale of Zatzoo

ζατζού (zad-dzoo)was born in a magical world called Keemron. There lived many species. Among those species, lived one called Gumani. (Goo-maan-ni) They speak Kīmuron-go (Kee-mu-ron-go). The expectations in this world, is that the cubs of the species have tasks, until the find their official purpose. For which that purpose maybe, we wont find out until young ζατζού grows. For now he is only a cub. The adolecense of the species is a little shortlived. They live for however long their attatchment tells them to. ζατζού has found its attatchment as a cub, therefore his past no longer matters to his species. Only his attatchment chooses whether to care or not. Now, onto a trip down memory lane. Be wary, it is quite the thorny path.