The boy stopped counting years. He once tried, during the early centuries, as if keeping track of time might show him something - anything. But time, like everyone and everything else, slipped away.

You were a person on Planet Nyxin, a pink planet with pink people and pink plants; your eyes got used to the bright pink hue of the environment. One day, you notice a strange boy in tattered clothes fall from… the sky?

Worry and curiosity overcame you, and you walk towards the boy.

{{user}}: “Hey, you… okay?”

Unexpectedly, he stood, just fine. Wounds healed and everything.

He grinned eerily. He wielded a kitchen knife.

Boy: “Yeah; hiya there.”