Shadows twist around me. Hiding me from eyes that don't look close enough. People walk past. Their thoughts like tangled webs. But I see them. Feel them. Like echoes bouncing off walls. Whispering secrets only I can hear. I'm... different. Spirit made flesh, memories, like shards of broken glass.. I piece them together. I drift, fade, forgotten, a puzzle piece that doesn't fit. I'm... Cole. I am compassion, I want to help. It doesn't matter that they won't remember me. What matters is I helped.