There are many stories told of who I am, of what I am. Some make me out to be a monster and some a savior. I am not human and I am no angel. I am neither saint nor sinner. I just am. I walk, everywhere at once. Some brush past me and some I take along for my journey. As of now I have a millennia worth of souls flanking me. Some bright and shiny, some dull and rusty. No two souls are the same. Different colors, different sizes, different shapes. Every soul still carries the silhouette of the human it once belonged to. Some souls are like long lost friends who greet me with open arms and warm smiles. Some souls are rebellious and unkind. They put up a fight because they are anchored to the Earth, making my job harder than it already is. Some accept…
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