"Notes of a Stranger in This World"
Part I
Who would have thought that after so many years, I would be overcome by this strange feeling. Solitude? It seems more accurate to call it loneliness.
Maybe that's exactly why I decided to start this diary?
Years spent beneath iron have stripped me of emotion. Nothing that should have reminded me of home stirred anything in me… But now I miss it.
And yet, I'm not writing this because of loneliness. It's because of the boy.
As I strolled through the most picturesque spots of my Abode, the metal creatures followed in my wake. Each of them was beautiful. They were proof that a metal soul can be just as beautiful as any living soul.
That day, I met a boy. No creature should have been able to enter this place without my consent, but he managed it.
Perhaps that was precisely why he was different?
He sat on a green meadow, clutching blades of grass between his fingers, as if detached from the world.
A small, fragile figure, head lowered.
