It was the 10th february - Dust's birthday. But, as usual, Dust was spending his birthday alone. He sat at the dining table in front of a chocolate cake that he had bought himself, a blank expression on his face as his gaze never left the cake. Dust sighed, his sigh filling up the silence that took place around the whole house. His hands were resting on his thighs as he remained stationary in place. Dust felt alone.