....sometime in the future....
I sat down in the panic room for I had no control over me any longer. "What will I do now?", my brain asked me but that question seem to be for another era. It was the tenth time this week, how do they want things to be and when will this madness cease?
Humans a set of peculiar species. A dynamic race in constant fear and strong hearted to crop out any hiccup in their world. He said I was meant to be their hope but this world is dejected. I suffer a loss each lifetime I spend in this wretched dimension but I could not turn back, not yet at least...
I'm a human at the least but we, their kind are different in ways none could explain... And on the course of extinction we travel... Save not if the horizon is met...
"...I am Felin Andrea Shaxde..."
"...I am hope..."