When I was living flesh and not plastic I remember the way the breeze moved navy leaves shivering curling from cold was the way I moved cutting the river into two
I was brought from the far reaches of nothing two days ago in a random junk shop in the city of V_____ I was once real and animated but I am no longer. My name was given to me a few hours ago by three wise priestesses of the anthropology this is my story this is my struggle my name is Alain and I am ALIVE ps: I am also an alligator