The darkness between the stars. Constellations. Nebula. Darkness seeking light. I've always been a moth drawn to open flames. --- There's a certain novel, though calling it a novel was'nt entirely accurate. Project Horizons. It wasn’t anything special. Mostly a bootleg copy of more original works. Mixing and matching whatever wicked concepts fancied the authors intrest. Anomalies, Corporations, Cyberpunk, War, Abilities and even Dark fantasy. I was the sole reader of that novel. The only mentions it had on forums were a few posts bashing the author for being such a blatant thief. Still, I rather liked that story. It served as a companion through my pitiful life on earth. Then i died, and was reincarnated as an anomaly in said novel. Fuck. I should've read more harem stories.