It was nothing. Small, unknown, invisible to the world. They ask us where we come from, and we can never answer with just the name of a place. We always had to explain, because they didn't know. But we were there, and we turned it into something. We brought our love, our spirit, and we turned that place into something. We turned it into a home everyone wants to live in. They might not know, but what if they did? They'd envy us. They'd be jealous. They'd want to be like us. They'd bring us with them and ask us to turn their place into something. But we can't. People might think it's something, but really, it's nothing. There's no love, no spirit, nothing. Just filled with wandering bodies with no feelings. Our home, the one we all built together from nothing. Now, that's something.
