Before I continue on with discussing the whereabouts of my first resting place, I would very much like to tell you why I chose Cassiopeia. It was the perfect place for my feeding activities as it was shrouded by many trees and high cliff faces. It allowed me to sound like the whispering winds upon human ears when I approached and disappeared just as quickly. My first resting place was in a grotto, deep in a cliff face. It had protection from sunlight and her mighty beams and allowed me to stay hidden until the want of sustenance overtook me. Long arms and overhanging nails of leaves and bushes covered the entrance and moss began its life cycle in every crevice of the rock face. I dug small shafts as a way out which led me back onto the grainy sand paths and placed any available rock or piece of nature I could find to obscure it.

My first few pitfalls after my first rest were exhilarating; I felt more alive than I ever had, like life itself was a part of me and all living things. Exhaustion was not a worry of mine anymore, and I felt no weakness within myself. It was all-consuming. Before I was fully unliving, I wanted to have a child and create a life that I could nurture and love. I still had a desire at that time for connection. I was a very emotional being back then; I look back now and feel completely adverse. It kept me rooted to things I didn't belong to anymore and put me in danger more than I'd like to think about.

I set about finding a mate to achieve this task, which started by me trying to look as presentable as Aphrodite herself. I brushed my hair into thick, loose curls with my nails and covered parts of my body with different fabrics. Each a different colour and pattern, one had golden lace and stars. Another was heavy velvet wrapped around most of my lower half, in a coral reef pink which was in marriage with the golden lace. The final fabric I obtained completed the look; it was a clownfish orange colour which looked like it had been dipped into the sun herself and was topped with unearthly embroidery of forests. As I made the finishing touches, I secured it all with a silver ring topped with a giant amethyst like a crown into the mid section. As night started to feel I left my home of rest and set out finding the male right to achieve my desire. I tuned into the sounds of the passing world, listening for the correct beat of a heart and the correct brain that could be molded. That's when I heard it, the pulsating brain wanting connection and the tiger-like heart beating extremely fast. Thump, thump, thump, the sound continued waiting for the right one and the right time. I looked into him and told him I was willing and ready to take.

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He approached me, a dog in heat and that is when our souls started to merge. During this time I never felt so strongly, like I was fulfilling a purpose and that me and someone else were one and the same, connected by some signal that linked us and merged us. It was as if whatever we were made out of was blossoming from the same source and sprouting. An uncontrollable fruit tree leaving its branches bare and heavy.

This is one experience I have never forgotten and in my recent years, I wish to relive it over and over. Experiencing the beauty of creation until I'm satisfied and fulfilled, a rose blossom blooming.

My letter is getting too long but I will tell you what happened afterwards and if my attempt at creation was successful.