To be born as something undesired. Unwanted. Unloved. It stung. The so-called angels viewed me as an abomination. They created me, yet I knew not of them as a people. All I sought was acceptance. They merely flew away in response, only to return with a hunting party. For centuries, I've walked this cursed earth, praying for a moment of their time. They couldn’t be bothered. The same could be said about humanity. Their fascination had no bounds, and still, with their evolutions, they felt the sam