Fyuum

I clicked quickly, and thought I only paid 5kt for him. There was another 0 I didn't see. XD; Oh well. He's mine now.

Oh man I just realized he was a wegg. I love him even more now.

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A journal of two pages.

Page One

Once, I was a gust in the sky, warmed by the sun and cooled by the night. I flew through the clouds, curling their vaporous forms like those below play with clay. I sped, I slowed, I laughed and I tumbled. I flew alongside birds, insects, bats, and dragons. I was free. I knew nothing but joy, speeding across the sky, racing shooting stars, getting caught up in the crowds that formed gales and whirlwinds... Life was simple. Life was full of wonder, and simple happiness - the kind that babies feel, unaware of any trouble the world might hold.

But now, my memories of that time are rapidly fading. I suppose, this happens to everyone, but my memories are of another time - another life. Now that I have a solid form, it's all fading away... What, exactly, did it feel like to rise and fall? What, exactly, was it like when the morning rays pierced me with a gentle warmth? What was it like to caress onlookers' faces, or to mess up their fur as I blew past? It's all blurry...I can't remember... What happened to me? What did I used to be? I'm trying to write it all down now so that it doesn't go away forever. But that may be all I could write. I can't remember... I can't remember... Who was I? Who am I now? What happened to me? Why am I in this body now? How did that happen? I remember never being alone... This may be my last memory as a piece of the sky. And now, it's going away...

I know loneliness. Of course I do. Haven't I always been alone? Haven't I always been as I am? I suppose I write. My earliest memory is right now, writing whatever this is. I will continue to write my thoughts and my feelings, I suppose, if that's what I am.

A breeze just caught me. For some reason, it made me feel cold inside. Like I miss something... I feel so lonely. Why did that gust just now feel like someone I used to know? And why does it feel so unreachable now? I feel so cold inside...so alone, and so sad... Why? Why is there such a separation between me and whoever else may be in the world? Why am I isolated, and why do I want to find somewhere private and quiet to cry in?

Page Two

I do not know why I am writing. I found this record stowed away. I suppose I wrote it a long time ago, but I do not remember any of it. It could be someone else wrote this, but it reminds me of something I cannot quite recall. I thought that writing may help me remember, but maybe writing this is a waste of time after all. No memories are returning. I feel nothing.

End of record.

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Just a light bit of lore. Also, inspired by this.

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(The "babies" mentioned here are Albus and Arianna.)