(This Story is now Officialy under revision and rewrite, anything you may read, while the hiatus status is up, is subject to change - minor or big.)

Everyone had different opinions of me. For example: some thought that I died twice and some thought I was never alive. The rest wanted to kill me.
Not like it matters. Not at the moment.
It always makes me crack up. My existence up to this point I mean. The journey started so mundane. And now? Now I'm stuck. No, not in stone. Not some time prison either. Nor magically locked away in a lamp or in a black hole in the middle of space. Just... stuck. And all because I couldn't live my fucking life with the humans anymore. Nor with all the Terrans actually.
So predictable at times it's not even funny. So it was with high hopes and dreams I accepted the trip. All of them. If there is one thing I learnt: it's that you should never hope and dream. I was about to get teleported by the infamous displacer, when it didn't go according to plan...
For anyone.

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