Most people grow up wanting the world to turn their way. I grew up thinking the world already did. I thought everyone was like me. How wrong I was.
But what a surprise and relief to know I was already there. I wasn’t born to be where they were. The rest was a cruise. Or so I thought.
When you exist alone you might as well exist for only you. And then another surprise. There was a back door to every creatures soul. And I mysteriously had the key.
What I could do with that. But along with that came a conscience. Three strikes didn’t exist in my dimension. No second chances when you tread on some other creature’s sacred ground.