Purgatory: Prologue
Love has always been difficult for me, maybe even impossible. When I was younger I would sometimes imagine that there was someone for me out there, but that someone would have to be so different, so unlike any human I ever found, that my imagination couldn't even make up an outline, showing me instead just the dark blur of a nameless creature. I knew for sure that this creature existed, but was unsure if I'd ever come across it, and eventually I forgot all about this fantasy.
And then I found him, maybe one of those unusual creatures that inhabit the Earth, and what I found was made of feathers.
