I am reaching the mid-life of my species lifespan. We are reborn anew when the time comes or when severely injured. I keep a journal as a memento of past lives and to not forget where I came from. I am an outworlder like some of you I assume.
Human customs are strange and foreign to me but I realize I must learn to make my time here and my future lives beneficial while I have the chance.
Do make note that as my species are not made to reproduce, it does not mean that it is completely impossible, merely almost completely improbable. ~1%
Apologies in advance if my style takes time to get used to.
(WIP)
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