I fed it air and water but it wasn’t thirsty to breathe. I gave it sun and warmth but it still felt cold and dark. I gave it touch and speech but it didn’t want to feel what I said. I’ve led it by hand and path but it wanted to stop and drop. I tried to give it vision but it lost its sight. The last thing I could offer was my tears. The last thing it gave back was a smile.
Matt Horror