I’m Jayfeather, a fictive of the character by the same name from the Warriors books. In those books, as well as my own memories, I was blind. This came with a lot of challenges and quite frankly ableist bullshit I had to deal with back there. Now, since my own death, I’m here. Stuffed into the body of a twoleg, sitting here with our kittypet on our bed next to me as I write this–an uncanny reminder, in a way. But this isn't about him. With all the weirdness that is being here, there’s one thing that unsettles me the most. I can see.
Our eyes are far from perfect. We need glasses, our vision is degrading over time and will continue to do so, we’re light sensitive as a result of our autism. But we can see, and we can do it well enough that I can see the individual leaves on trees, ants running along the ground if I look closely, and the faces of those we care about. You’d think this would all come as great news to me, the blind cat can finally see what grass looks like. While that’s interesting and all, it’s a very surface-level, watered down version of what I really feel about it. It’s nice to see, I guess, but it’s also so inherently wrong.
My disability came with its own struggles. I suffered greatly because of it in a lot of ways, both due to ableism in my clan and the things it prevented me from doing in life. But in the end, it’s a part of who I am, who I shaped up to be, and it dictated the path of my whole life. It’s as much a part of me as the fact I have ears, or paws, or a tendency to mouth-off at anyone who says something foolish around me. Those things can cause struggles too, those things can hurt me, just as my blindness often did. It doesn’t make any of them less healthy to accept as a part of my being. Now I’m here, and along with other traits my body once had, my blindness is also gone.
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You’d expect me to miss those other things. Species dysphoria is known about, of course if you had a limb taken away you’d struggle to cope with that loss. People can understand why I’d miss my tail when I need to balance better, or my fur when I feel cold. Missing a disability, though? That’s something a lot of folks tend to be unable to wrap their heads around. People are quick to jump to assumptions of “wanting to be special”, eagerness to fake a disability, or the feeling itself being indicative of being ill in some other way (which also, mind you, tends to be brought up in ways that are pretty ableist to those conditions anyway, leave them alone). People expect those who were disabled in memories who now aren’t disabled in those ways here to feel happy, to feel “cured”, to feel like this is a new chance without the horrible terrible disabilities weighing them down. But I think it’s worth discussing as a genuine form of dysphoria one can have, related to missing an inherent part of themselves, just like any other thing normalised in the community to miss.
I don’t want to pretend to be blind here. I don’t want to make the body blind, either. Being blind, like any other disability, also doesn’t come with a magical “special person” card so it’d be ridiculous to even think of it that way (not to mention ableist). I don’t want to be blind to use it as an “excuse”. I don’t want to be blind for “fun”. All those stereotypes we’ve seen brought up when someone misses a disability they once had? They sure as hell don’t apply to every case, and assuming they do is honestly ridiculous. In my case, it’s not even because I’m delusional or have BIID–though those things also should never make the feelings less acceptable to talk about. Hell, I don’t necessarily want to be blind here, in the same way I don’t want to transform into a cat. I would not be able to live this life the same way I’ve been doing it if I suddenly was a cat again, or if I was suddenly blind again. Despite the fact I miss both those things about myself, I can also just… Live this life, even if it does hurt sometimes. A person can miss something, be dysphoric about something, or even actually want something without implying anything else about actions they’d take around that.
My blindness, in the end, is the same as any other bodily trait you’d be likely to miss from one's own exomemories. Not because it was perfect, not because it was without flaws, but because it was me, and now I no longer have it. I miss my paws, despite the fact that it’s easier to get by here with the addition of thumbs and fingers to grab things. I miss my blindness, despite the fact that it’s easier to get by here while being sighted in a body known to be sighted too. Those two things feel almost exactly the same to me, and yet, one is much more normalised to talk about than the other.
This inherent tie between disability and sense of self isn’t even unique to myself and my past life memories. It’s really similar to how we’d feel about a “cure” for our autism here, in the present, in this body. Our autism disables us, it means we will never live a “normal” neurotypical life. It’s caused us plenty of suffering, and it still does and will always do so. Yet, a “cure” for our autism is a cure for our selfhood, our being, our own identity. There is no us without what we were born with. Who would we be otherwise, if it was suddenly gone? We wouldn’t know ourselves.
This even applies to more “scary” things we have. Our schizoaffective disorder especially. We struggle with disorganised thinking and speech often, yet we make fun with it. We have plenty of injokes because of silly things we’ve said while struggling to remember a basic word. Our hallucinations may be scary, but we’ve learned to live with them and cope well. We ask them to pay rent, we laugh about it, we have jokes about them and we’re used to visions and voices buzzing around our head. With our dissociative identity disorder, we wouldn’t even be a “we” in the same way we are now if we didn’t have it. We have some tulpas, soulbonds, daemons… But a lot of our main fronters would never have existed. We wouldn’t be where we are today. We suffered to get to this point, and we still suffer, but this is us. Our head would feel empty without all of this. We’d be missing fundamental pieces, or even our own selves altogether. You cannot strip us, a disabled person, of all our disabilities, and expect us to feel whole.
You could argue, maybe, that a mental disorder is different from a physical disability. There’s a separation between body and mind, or whatever. But honestly? If you could really and truly cure most of our physical issues, there’d still be a struggle there, for the ones we’ve had most of our life. Aside from needing to pay for them (even if we wish we didn’t need them sometimes) we’d be confused to look in the mirror and see no need for our glasses. We’ve always needed them, always will, that’s a part of us, we look wrong without them. We’d also feel naked without our cane to help us walk, and our ears would strain to hear the satisfying clack of it hitting the floor in time with our steps. We’d listen for that little reminder to us that we have something to hold onto to ease our pain and help us walk at all. These things being lost could be coped with, but they’d leave a mark, just as my blindness has left on me.
Some things that we deal with are newer. Symptoms and struggles we’ve yet to learn to cope with and integrate into our daily life as parts of ourselves. Those things would be easier to let go, a lot of them we’re actively trying to fix. But for those things we know will be lifelong, and we’ve made peace with? Those things that will walk with us always, until we die? A part of ourselves would die with their “cure”. That’s the point, really. It’s a loss of something that’s shaped your life, even if it’s shaped it in more negative ways than positive. You can’t take a person's shadow, even if it’s dark, cold and gloomy, and not much more than that. It’s tied to them. There’d always be something “off”. And with my death and arrival in this body, I had mine taken.
Aside from it being a major part of my sense of self, since getting here I’ve learned that my blindness also protected me from what seeing is really like. It’s horribly overwhelming. I know being visually overstimulated can come from the autism the body has, but I think my point still stands no matter its origin. Lights are far too bright oftentimes, colours can feel like burning, and being able to see gross or horrific things just adds another sense that has to be forced to perceive them. I’m one of the folks in here that often walks around wearing our sunglasses, not because I think they look cool, but because being sighted really does hurt me physically. It’s absolutely something I still haven’t adjusted to, even being here in this body for 3 years now. I doubt I will ever adjust to these things.
Another thing I’ve learned since my arrival is that I do think my vision is actively worse than some of my headmates. This isn’t really new to us–we have multiple headmates who can’t hear, see, walk or speak as well as the general collective can. I’m still not blind for sure, but our glasses don’t work as well for me. They still do something, at the very least, but it’s noticeable that I just can’t see quite as well as the rest (aside from other headmates who struggle). Things are more blurry, I have trouble getting them to focus on anything at all, and our lazy eye even seems to drift more when I front.
Headmates with differing levels of disability (or entirely different disabilities altogether) are no new thing, I believe the concept has even been studied a little. It’s familiar to us, for sure, as stated we have plenty. I know that technically, these symptoms are “all in our head” and they don’t “mean” anything, there’s not always going to be a connection to our previous bodies in how our symptoms manifest… But, on one paw, I’m a little ticked, because if I’m going to be forced to see… at least have me do it properly, without worse vision or pain? On another paw, I’m a little upset that I didn’t end up being blind when I front. We know other folks who have similar stuff, and some little part of me is upset that I end up stuck struggling against bright lights when the brain could have just kept me blind even though it would come with its own struggles. Hell, maybe I’d be mad that my headmates can see and I still can’t, in that theoretical? And on another, this is as close as I’ll get to how I was before. Maybe my pain from being sighted would be worse if I could see properly? I know for sure if I was entirely blind in front, I’d be unable to do a lot of stuff my system does regularly here. Maybe a middleground is for the best?
In the end, I don’t see this as a cure. A cure implies I’ve had something fixed, and this is not something that needed healing. I’ve been changed, altered, or given sight, but not “cured”. A nonhuman being born into a human body is not “cured” of their paws any more than I am “cured” of my blindness. It was a part of my body and self as much as anything else, and I will stand by that. I also don’t see my feelings about it as something to be ashamed of, despite a lot of ideas we’ve seen floating around. It’s not wrong to miss a part of yourself, even if it was a disability you no longer have. I honestly think that line of thought gets too close to “disabled people can never be happy while being disabled or they’re faking/not really disabled” ideas, and I’m very happy to stay right the hell away from that ableist nonsense.
I’ll cope, I’ve done so for 3 years now, and I’ll continue doing so. I’d just like to get this out there, and maybe see a little bit more kindness about the whole concept of missing your own disabilities, maybe share some experiences with others who might not have felt okay to talk about it. Others with similar experiences might feel differently to me, they might feel cured and happy that they’re no longer disabled–this is in no way anything against those folks either, more power to them, I’m glad they’ve found joy. This is more of an account of my own experiences than it is any sort of one true way to feel about it, don’t misconstrue it as anything beyond my own emotions, gripes and experiences being offered and shared to the public.
At the very least, I’m an angry old cat with opinions who can’t for the life of him hold them in for too long. A cat who can’t front without going on a rant at least once. So… I personally won’t be going anywhere, blind or not, and my system as well as everyone else is stuck with me.
As someone who also currently has different disabilities than I had in source, your story rings very true for me. The scars that I had in my source timeline are gone now, and having complete vision in my left eye is still very jarring. I've been thinking of it in the same way as you have, the niceness but also the wrongness. I still remember exactly how it felt, and it's strange and difficult now that it's not here anymore.
I'm hopeful that with time (as someone who only claimed/discovered this kintype a little over two years ago) it becomes easier. I think that it's something that a lot of alterhumans have to deal with.
Have you noticed any things that you still do that you used to do/did in your source/timeline? I know that I've noticed that I still tilt my head a little to the left when I'm looking at things intently or things that are far away from me, like I would have in source when my left eye was weaker so that my right could compensate. It's a strange little quirk.
It's very nice to hear I'm not alone and that this has been well received by a lot of folks. Thank you for sharing your experience. I'd assume, as with most things, that time does make it less jarring of an experience. I'm certainly less distressed over it as time goes on.
Because the body I'm in now is very different, it's a little hard to tell what carried over and what didn't. I at least am aware I touch things more often when moving around--having my hands run along a desk slightly when I walk past, walking so I'm just brushing against a wall, etc. Though it's hard to tell if this is a product of my prior blindness or if I just prefer that extra stability.
Some of my headmates are different, however, and are clearly more affected by habits continuing into this life. We have one in particular (Toge, He/Him) who lost his arm in his previous life. Here, he barely uses that arm even though he maintains full functionality in it, essentially acting as if he still doesn't have it most of the time. He'll be more likely to opt to hold things in his elbow, mouth, or between his neck and shoulder if at all possible than to actually use our left arm at all. A lot of the time, that arm even physically alternates between hurting and feeling uncomfortably numb hen he fronts.
We have another (Shrapnel, He/Him) who does experience less hearing than our baseline in the body, and he will turn his head or move to stand next to you so his good ear is facing you whenever possible. If he's wearing only one earphone, he puts it in his bad ear so he's able to hear what's going on around him still.
Habits definitely carry over to some degree in here, whether or not you experience any physical symptoms.
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Long-ass (and exasperating) discussion I had in the notes of a post got me thinking so I'm putting this all into one place...
If you want otherheartedness and otherlinking to not continue to be seen as lesser than """real""" therianthropy/otherkinity/fictionality/nonhumanity, you must stop trying to push people into using them against their will.
The thing is that a large portion of the community has long viewed identities like those as dumpster identities for anybody who wasn't "real enough," and a large part of why that's been the case is because they have in fact been used as that. "I'm a therian and I voluntarily identify as an animal!" Well, you aren't a real therian if it's voluntary, but you can still be an otherlinker. "I'm otherkin because I identify with unicorns so much that sometimes I even feel like one!" Oh, identify with? Too bad, that's not the approved phrasing, so you're not a unicorn; you're just otherhearted.
After long enough of hearing people talk about otherlinking/otherheartedness like this, in the context of them being shitty consolation prize identities that are forced onto rejects, people will start believing it. At that point, it's harder to get people to voluntarily use those labels for themselves, because even if they personally don't see the labels as lesser, nobody wants to feel like they're going to be seen by others as lesser.
And obviously that isn't good. They're absolutely cool identities with their own meanings and merits and depths, and they deserve better than to be thought of like that. They do in fact deserve to be treated equally and discussed in just as great of detail. Quite frankly it's bullshit that they're still thought of, by anybody, as anything but their own fully worthy identity.
But the thing is that it takes time to undo the reputation that they've been saddled with. That reputation was placed on them by people in the community who are more fixated on gatekeeping and defending some imagined purity of definitions than they are on worrying about how their actions affect any other identity. That kind of mindset sees otherlinking and otherheartedness as conveniences, basically, just bins into which they can forcibly sort anybody that doesn't meet arbitrary standards and thereby be rid of them. It's unfair to everyone involved.
Blaming anybody who refuses to adopt either label is counterproductive, though. I've been told, in the course of the discussion I had, that it's just as bad as being anti-otherlinker to not want to use the label, and that it's slander to bring up the historic way that it's been treated as nonhuman-lite. Neither of those make any sense. Of course someone new to the party isn't going to pick a label that they perceive (and not without reason) will get them talked over, and they're new; they had nothing to do with why that label has that reputation. They're just not going to choose to possibly be treated as lesser. Ideally, yes, they should not be. In practice, though, can you honestly promise them it will never happen? And how is it possibly slander to admit that these labels have had their reputations unfairly tarnished?
Demanding that someone calls themselves otherlinker or otherhearted is only perpetuating the issue. You cannot force any labels onto anybody. If you want anyone to choose a label on its own merits, you can't control their decision. As long as these labels are seen as something that can be forcibly applied, they will be seen as a punishment, and as long as they're seen as a punishment, many people who could have happily used them will avoid them.
Some will refuse anyway for whatever reason. That's fine too. A voluntary therian/otherkin is not necessarily any more different from an involuntary one than a spiritual one is from a psychological one, or a neurodivergent one, or a past life one, or a physical one. We've learned as a general community to accept an enormous range of origin stories, and that has been to our benefit as a whole. We can accept another origin story, and that's all it is. Just like any other origin is a dramatic oversimplification, so too is voluntary. As long as the identity is sincere, genuine, and engaging with the community in good faith, it isn't admitting trolls or kin-for-fun into the community to allow it in, because trolls and KFF are by definition insincere, not genuine, and engaging in bad faith. Regardless, nobody is obligated to explain to strangers why they want this label and not that one.
("But Nevi, I'm a therian and an otherlinker, and they're not the same at all, they feel very different to me! Why would anyone not use different labels for them?" is a real question that came up, paraphrased here, and the answer is simple: you do you. If your involuntary identity and your voluntary identity do feel that different, it makes sense to use different terms for them. I have one of each, and they feel strikingly similar, and therefore I see no reason to introduce an artificial divide between them. This is exactly why it's vital to let people define themselves and choose their own labels accordingly.)
But again, if you want otherlinking and otherheartedness to be seen as nuanced, full, independent labels that someone might freely choose to use, and that are not nonhumanity-lite and not reject bins, you have to treat them that way too. You have to let people actually, freely choose them, which means that many times, decisions will be made that some will not understand or like. Nobody has the right to demand a different decision, though. Presenting information is one thing, but it's sometimes done in a concern-trolling manner where it rapidly goes from just presenting information to coercively bludgeoning the recipient with the information, and that's not acceptable behavior either. Labels cannot be applied by force, period, and trying anyway only harms not only the people having it done to them but it even harms the image of the labels themselves.
Some dragons are allowed to look ugly and that's okay.
Not everyone is going to look like a nightfury or the sleek modern DnD dragons, and you shouldn't be ashamed if you don't. Objectivly, some of us are going to look like the strange dragons from the Middle Ages with hog noses and stringy manes with bird wings on two legs.
I haven't had much time lately for Flight Rising, but I was feeling listless without an all-consuming craft project... so I made a "fur"suit mask of my banescale, Patina!
The neck, hands, and tail are yet to be finished and I need to repair the elastic on their jaw, but I'm pretty happy with them!
I encourage everyone to read this, especially if you are white. I made this post long enough to talk about the points in decent detail, but short enough to be digestible. It is about the different ways the nonhuman communities make people of color feel unwelcome and why.
My askbox is open usually all the time, so I'm also open to answering questions about this. I want people to read. I want people to ask questions when they don't understand. I even want people to do research on their own time to learn more (and I mean actually researching and not asking ChatGPT to think for you).
Where To Begin
"Wow, this is a really long post on the police dog discourse", except this isn't a post on the police dog discourse. That topic is more of a springboard for me to segue into where exactly things go wrong and how it causes people of color to feel unsafe participating in the communities (which can suck, because nonhumanity can be very isolating with no one to talk to about it!). So if you feel as if this has been done to death and are thinking "oh boy, this again", I encourage you to continue to read the post all the way to the end. With that, this leads us to...
The Dilution of Topics
It's important to understand that when something like this comes up, POC are chiming in to explain the situation and how it affects them. It is not the time to bring in unrelated things in an attempt to use that as credentials for weighing in. I'll use the K-9/police dog example again because it's honestly such a good discourse to dissect for this. The main focus of the conversation was between black and brown people (not exclusively, because other POC included, but mainly) and those who identify as police/military dogs (therians, otherkin, whathaveyou). Not anyone else.
"As someone with a problematic (or villain) kintype--"
This isn't about you.
"I'm police or military creature from another world--"
This isn't about you.
"I acknowledge it but don't glorify it--"
This isn't about you.
What these comments do is not only watering down what our actual concerns are, but it speeds up the "internet telephone" until the conversation morphs into something different entirely. This happens all the time when people of color try to bring to light something that bothers us. Everyone wants to make it about themselves but it's not about everyone. The topic of "Glorification of these institutions that actively harm isn't good" is not the same as "What kintypes/theriotypes/etc. should people be allowed to have?", but it was turned into that very quickly because way too many people failed to realize and understand what isn't about them. Many, with a quickness, found a way to victimize themselves.
All that is without even getting into people adding exclusions that were not originally there. "This discourse is US-centric and doesn't apply to other countries" is not only incorrect but you need to educate yourself on how police brutality (and police brutality that utilizes attack animals) exists outside of the United States. This isn't even just for the dog thing. This also extends to racism in general because people love to talk about how not racist their country is (when in fact it often is).
White Privilege and Nonhuman Superiority
This section is probably going to ruffle some feathers, but if it does ruffle your feathers then it might be time to start deconstructing why exactly that is. White privilege in particular is important to point out here because it is common to assume that privilege is a "balance scale". Privilege doesn't cancel out from marginalization. You can be queer, or disabled, or neurodivergent, etc. and still benefit from white privilege. I point all of that out because the nonhuman communities have a large portion that are in one or many of these marginalized groups, and the assumption that it "cancels out" white privilege may be part of the driving force behind what's covered in this post.
An easy starting example of white people underestimating exactly how deep things can go is the entire gatekeeping discourse about defining therianthropy as "wears gear and does quadrobics". How this whole thing started with people insisting therianthropy required these performative aspects, I'm not even gonna pretend to know. What I do know is that it is a form of gatekeeping popular on photo and video-based social media websites like Instagram and TikTok that then subsequently bleeds over into other places like Tumblr and Discord group chats.
"Real therians wear gear and run around outside on all fours" makes me desperately hope for young POC to be careful. Black people especially have a disproportionately higher chance of being arrested or shot. I never want anyone to be pressured to do dangerous things from these imaginary guidelines on what makes nonhumanity "valid". It's exclusionary from both a "therianthropy doesn't require any of this" standpoint and a "you are overestimating how safe this activity is to do" standpoint. This isn't fearmongering, I'm not saying that this is never safe. I'm saying that those who are unable to safely do it may subsequently feel like that disqualifies them from identifying as a therian. Similar things can be said for other minorities other than racial ones, but that's a different topic (and I encourage anyone wanting to talk about that to make their own posts about it, rather than using this one).
The insistence that nonhumanity should have "racial colorblindness" and "be above politics/apolitical" are also very privileged takes. Identifying as nonhuman doesn't erase the fact that most of us still live in and are affected by human society (whether some want to be or not) and people of color especially do not have the freedom to completely divorce ourselves from the world because our very existence has been made political. Not only that, but culture is still important to a lot of people as well. We are not all the same just because we identify as nonhuman. We are not a monoculture. We are different and there needs to be room to celebrate that.
The aspect of "everything is for everyone" that often comes with white privilege appears in even blatant ways. I've witnessed people in the community saying that closed cultures are silly. Although slightly less common today (and by slightly I mean very slightly), at one point it was common for people to constantly appropriate North/South American indigenous cultures because their understanding of it was as shallow and stereotypical as "Pocahontas Colors of the Wind". I've even had someone say "well it's not our fault black people are so trendy" directly in a conversation about how black people regularly have our culture taken from us when we're barely even allowed to have it ourselves without being looked down on. It's gross and insensitive, and the very reason so many people of color leave these nonhuman communities. "Do whatever you want forever" exists within reason.
Identifying as nonhuman isn't an excuse to look down on humans either, especially in the misanthropic sense. Being anti-human and blaming humanity as a whole for the results of colonization (species extinction, habitat loss, climate change, etc.) goes against the marginalized people that have been harmed historically and currently and lumps them into the same category as their oppressors simply by existing.
It is Always That Deep
The last point that I'll use to close this whole post is that I can't stress enough how often us POC are told again and again and again that what we are seeing is either not real or irrational, or "just drama".
I remember the reaction to "maybe don't say you're an entity from a closed culture if you're not from that culture".
I remember the reaction to "don't use monkey/ape as a derogatory term for humans".
I remember the reaction to "don't glorify institutions that actively harm and kill us".
I remember the reaction to "please don't say dehumanization is good actually".
People will fight tooth and nail to speak over and ignore POC voices almost as a knee-jerk reaction. Then maybe if we're lucky, after they're done arguing, they'll do some research and come back later with an "oops my bad". I'm glad they learn in those cases, but that's not acceptable. Listening first is important, ask questions (respectfully) if you have to, but it should not be a fight-or-flight situation.
This 66 page zine is a collection of pieces created by nonhumans and alterhumans about what draconity means to them. Both fiction and nonfiction pieces were accepted. Also, this zine imposed no set definition on what is or isn’t “dragon enough.” We're not a cop, and if someone feels the label fits them, then it does!
Thank you to everyone who submitted to this zine! This project is a labor of love created for free to give back to the alterhuman and nonhuman communities.
Alt text is included for all of the artwork entries.
dragon age can be vaguely estimated by size until late adulthood, and a dragon that’s only the size of a human is probably a reasonably young dragonet
this becomes a problem for dragon therians because theriform dragons keep seeing them and being like “oh you poor thing where’s your mother? cmere let me hold you and we’ll find her together, ok?” and the therian is just thinking “ma’am i have a college class to get to”
This was another fun piece to work on. I left it unfinished for like 3 weeks, but I’m glad that I went back to finish it. I favorite thing about this piece is definitely the pose. It took me a few tries to get it right, but I’m really happy it worked out
[Image description: A mini-zine made from a collage of photographs and ink drawings/text. The pages are photographed in spread format.
Cover: On My Experience of Being a Flame Demon. Ink sketch of a humanoid flame demon with bat-like wings, a thin tail ending in a spade and a pair of horns. They are wearing a jacket and a large scarf. The background is a photograph of sun.
Page 1: My inner fire kept me warm. It's cold now. Portrait of the flame demon with an orange circle over their chest. A collage of autumn leaves colored like fire. Below that is a collage of grayscale buildings with a small black dot moving down a narrow alley.
Page 2: The sky was almost always dark. It was easy on my eyes. Ink sketch of the flame demon from behind as they sit on the rocky ground and look up at a bright orb in an otherwise pitch-black sky.
Page 3: We bathed in lava. It kept our scales shiny. Sketch of the ink demon relaxing in a pool of lava. A collage of rocks and soil surround them. Above is a dark building with orange light coming from arching openings.
Page 4: We didn't have trees. We built with variants of stone. A collage of different stone walls coming together to look like a rocky path leading up to a castle. A tiny sketch of the flame demon shows them flying overhead.
Page 5: I didn't need to eat. My fire energy sustained me. Sketch of the flame demon walking. They are walking through a collage of stone walls. Various orange colored photographs cut into streams are coming from their back like flames.
Page 6: My Father (crossed out) God stole my wings. My scarf was my lifeline. An orange sky with a sketch of the flame demon falling without wings. The bottom half of the page is dark stone with a sketch of a single wing.
Back Cover: Put together by Ivlis. Devil dwelling in the sunspot. Sketch of the flame demon sitting down and looking at the viewer. Streams of orange photographs come off them like flames. The background is a collage scene of orange sky, golden meadows and red dirt. End description.]
