Once upon a time, there was a child. This child was no ordinary child. It's name was unknown and it's parents had forsaken it on a lonely path out of fear of their kin.
So the child was left alone forgotten. However, in the next few months, the child did not die nor cry. In fact, it seemed to be happy and thriving alone in the darkest part of the most hidden road. Which was weird. But it was the truth.
As I have stated before, this child was no ordinary child. It had no skin or bones with no distinct face. It's form was ever changing, thus making it highly adaptable to any situation.
For the child, time moved differently. Age didn't matter. It knew everything and never forgot. And it never died...
So where is this child? No one knows. But it's here somewhere. In what form, we don't know...
Spooky chapter for the spooky season...