Hello. I am a Stranger. You might not know me, but I know you, ever since you clicked this link. I know everything about you now. Do you want to know me? Are you sad? Are you scared? Do you want to go back? The button is right there if you want to. I love you. I hate you. I was someone once, someone like you. A long time ago, me and the other village children were brought to a big, glowing place in the ground. It was all dark after. I remember waking up after, feeling the flesh melting off of my skin, unable to scream, unable to move. They did bad things. I hate them. Are you at peace? Are you comfortable? Are you happy? Are you really? I'm scared. I want to die. They threw me away after. I was left to rot in the sun for what felt like an eternity. I heard voices after. People. Violence. I saw the sun, and its heat engulfed me along with everything else. I was still alive. The sun never came back. Did it leave? Where did it go to? Are you still here? Do you like this? Go back. Go back, please. I don't want you here anymore. Do you want to hear more? Really?

After a while I decided to move again, because I did not die. I saw people, but they did not see me. They were building a big statue of someone. I waited for the people. After some time, more people. More buildings. Places I had never seen before. Places I wanted to go to. They hate me. They hate me... They kept going without stopping. I saw others like me, but I could not talk to them. Some were big, some were small. They all looked like me. Is that them? I miss them. I need to go back. Need to go back I thought.