Somewhere far away in a distant land of Ubarek, there was an anomaly, an anomaly being something that does not belong and only happens once in a millennia.

This anomaly, arrived in this land, suddenly and without invitation, this anomaly was a man, more of a kid really, but he was a man. This man did not have the bearing of a man though, this man would wake up and he’d find himself in a situation that that does not speak of masculinity at all. In a forest, newly disturbed by an event that will reach all of Ubarek, that disturbance was no more than a speck of dust in the endless jungle of Boobacheck.

Roaaar! A distant beast made itself known, with the thick vocals of heavy metal, rustling sounds spread out around our little anomaly.

“Eeeerrghh meeehh” our anomaly did not feel like waking up, and weirdly enough in this change of environment our anomaly did not feel the breeze or the humid air enough to be woken. BRAP! “Hububruh wh-what the?!” with a start our anomaly sits up and with a face of drool and mud, but most visibly of gray and black.

Dumbstruck, our anomaly looks around and wonders, “uhh...” Bug eyed, he blurts. Staring around he thinks, ‘why is everything so big?’ Looking down hes greeted by small stubby legs, stubby body and on his sides, stubby gray hands. !!! “What the aaaa!” pulling up his hands to inspect, he walls back on his back.

Staring into the sky with a face of bafflement, and the numb feeling at the back of his head, makes him wonder ‘is this a dream?’ That is the story of, repeated without end even in god, the story of something, somewhere that has no explanation for why it is, but will seek it, beyond everything else, as is the nature of intelligent life.

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Rustling sounds fleet around and bestial roars echo in the distance, running through the jungle was a boy, with dark grey sickly skin wearing black and seemingly quite expensive overalls. 

He ran and ran and ran, punching away leaves the size of elephant ears, tripping and almost falling a few times, He continued and strangely even though he was gasping as if he was out of breath the whole time, no matter how he ran, he did not seem to tire out. 

Suddenly, ‘crash’ ‘ptuuh ptuuh’ breathing in gasps a dumb but questioning look appeared on his face and slowly he stops breathing, and then he starts breathing and then he stops again.. “What the fuck..” A rustle close by puts a shiver to his spine and he scrambles to his feet to run again, but this time shortly into the run distracted by his lack, or rather abundant energy he trips and falls to his face again.

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This time he does not breathe in gasps, he lays there with his face to the ground in speechless silence, after around 3 minutes he turns over onto his back and stares up at the canopy, his anxiety, his fears, and his feeling of danger pour out of his body as he just stares up at this new environment and this new life. 

In that moment he felt some kind of peace, though it may not make sense to us, but to him, he had this feeling, of freedom, that transcends explanation and logic, that feeling, came solely from the sky, from the smell, from the wind, from being out in the open with no obstacles between him and nature. This feeling not only filled him with the sense of freedom, but it also filled him with a sense of divinity.

He had lived his whole life, in a city, and the closest he got to this back home, was a park in the middle of that city, and the air, the air was not comparable to the air he was breathing now. 

He closed his eyes and time flowed, the sun flew across 2 thirds of the sky in a flash bringing about darkness on the boy. Opening his eyes, he sat up, looked at the canopy above and saw there was light shining on the top of those trees, the sky above was burning red, a beautiful sight he wished to cherish.

A thought filled his mind ‘if this is so beautiful already, then what of the sunset itself’ with that thought, he scrunched up his childish face, looking at the trees around himself, he looked back up and had decided what to do, and his decision, could be said to be the decision most true to the present and himself.

Rustling filled the area, but this time, he was the source. Climbing up a tree he found his strength tested to the limits, his height being only 1 meter at most. Jumping, he stretched until he felt his tendons and grabbed onto a branch of another tree.

Swinging and pulling himself up his face scrunched up but eyes filled with focus. He continued climbing until he reached up to the top, Though he was undead, and though he could run for a long time; pulling up his own weight again and again, was demanding of his young body unused to physical exercise, When there were only 3 meters left of the tree the branches were so thin, he was grabbing onto the trunk and pulling himself up with his feet on the base of the branches.

At this height he had a much better view of the sky, reaching higher and higher, he finally saw, the sunset at the end of the horizon, the sun was setting in between two mountains, bringing with it an enduring divine beauty in the face of adversity. Though his body was young, his mind was adept, and his spirit was open, so this sight was imprinted on him, and for now, it would be enough.