Sitting on the edges of sight lay I. Simply watching everything within my vision, observing the motions of life before me. I do not know the personal stories of all. I am simply an Observer, I enjoy watching life as it unfolds.

I use I a lot, my apologizes. I should not be concerned with myself, only concern for others, my watches. Yet they watch me. My dear friends, Serenai and Mr. Sanguine.

I yearn to be accepted, but I feel too different to fit in. I do not feel like I properly belong. It is weird, so I become an outsider. I observe, watch, listen, but rarely participate. This will change. I may become active, enjoying the company of others here. Or I may forget to visit more and more, eventually never coming back. Maybe someone will come to me.

I am rambling about myself. I suppose I am just a newcomer. Neither an Observer or an outsider, simply new.

I am born.