It was a genre before time actually began...the fluidity of purpose was unmistaken. there was no hope, neither despair, no sorrow and no joy. it almost seemed that in the absence of extremes there was no life.
Eternia...
One found a way to our world...just One. He did not seek it nor did he intend to find it. He just was. A dreamless sleep. When he awoke into our world. He kept forgetting little by little or so it seemed till he had all but forgotten, Eternia, his home. Yet at night when the moon was still and so the clouds it seemed, he remembered- the 'feeling'. He remembered the familiarity of it all!
This is not a story...it is a truth about a man's search to find home. To come home.
he didn't know he was a 'man' or what sex meant. He just Was. He did not 'know' his hands or his heartbeat. He just was. Still.