some people live next to the ocean, they know how to fish, how to surf, sail, swim and most often they don’t like talking with other people.
some people live in a city, they’re usually people person, they know numbers and logic and most often than not politics.
some people live in the mountains, learning from masters with years of wisdom about all sorts of things, like herbalism, healing, fighting, and almost forgotten languages.
some people live in villages in valleys, between the roads to everywhere, they get along with one another and share everything, they are farmers and shepherds, sometimes with a witch or two.
some people live on the docks of the ocean, they live for the small talk and gossip,they are rooted down, never taking their sails too far from their roots, they have amazing drinks though.
some people live in the Otherworld, they do magic, they are like us but in more wondrously peaceful way, they are connected to their planet, they passed their height of their evolution,
some people live on the Border, they are in charge we never find out about them, they are warriors as well as negotiators, they watch over us.
some lonely person lives on a ruined planet, a planet that was not saved in time, a planet the Watchers could not save, lonely person lives on their ruined planet, they can never leave their woods as they do not have anywhere to go, they are not a rocket scientist, they are not a warrior or a negotiator.
the lonely person is a creator, an inventor, a dreamer. with a gift and a curse, imagination. that is their gift as it allows them to dream of a better world they know nothing about. imagination, their curse because that world can never happen in their lifetime.
they live in dead-silence, their is very few animals left and they all took shelter in the ruined cities of the planet. the lonely person lived in an old steam-train that crushed in between two large oaks, they’ve made it their house, thier home.