Damien
The feelings of nostalgia and familiarity did not wane as I expected them to. The more time I spent with my Pet, the stronger those feelings became.
I slept through the day. Although I was powerful enough to walk in the sunlight, I still found it most natural to sleep with the sun and rise with the moon.
One night, after reading about the start of the war to my Pet, I dreamed. That was a novel experience; my rest was deep and dark most days.
I dreamed that I danced under the moonlight with a beautiful woman in a blue dress. I thought at first it was my Pet, but no, in the dream I was sure that it was someone else. Someone who made me feel whole and alive.
The woman spun away from me to dance alone. She danced for me and she danced for the joy of moving. Her smile rivaled th
