As an immigrant, I got tired of my authority to exist being made invisible by colonists, so when I left home at 17 having never experienced a dark day in my life, in fact one day actually feeling as if I was a living angel, I chose to descend into the world of depression as a way to anchor myself to a pain that would not be subject to others power of dismissal. Today was one of the hardest days of my life. At the end of a 28 year cycle, back to the surface, a few days ago I dropped my Armour. Roaming naked, I have to rebuild my life. And I'm happy. I have so much. - T.W