obliviNon

Mivo is a porcelain bowl, carved to a shape but without a design. There's not much but internal content to satisfy those around but after years of isolation, loneliness, and neglect, there grew a thick shell around them, which most are far too intrigued by other parts of their dainty lives to take that time into cracking. Fear is a solitary road that they found themself traveling down as more of a pastime at this point. Anxiety building up to the brim of 'what if's. But now, Mivo finds themself accompanied by a mysterious being, a shadow-figure, if you will. Appearing on the desk where Mivo typically spent his time blogging or writing poetry and self-pitying songs about self-reflection and insightful meaning (a couple of existential crises, per se), this creature, inhabiting a transformative complexion, is most known as the name 'Non'. His purpose of existence: unknown. If there even is an existence. Non follows Mivo like a guide, a homely little companion, similar to a spirit guide, almost, if one such spirit guide had a physical form. Non, at first, is incredibly uneducated on socialization between humans, speaking formally, as he had learned his vocabulary on basic communication from a dictionary-thesaurus. His creator is nowhere to be found, almost unreachable; as if they were giving up on Non, to just watch the game play out, while lounging in another dimension. Non is left seeking a patron (one not of financial support, but more of a partner, a soul mate, some sort of friend) to create a relationship in which the two would bond, all in the result of Non's existence slowly becoming; forming once more. Little did he know that Mivo was inexplicably searching for someone who would, frankly, just fucking care. Why with some strange alien and in a situation that appears to be straight out of a teen romance movie, no one knows. But, this? Well, this might just be the beginning of what exactly the two of them are looking for.