what seemed an elixir of immortal youth proved to be a tiresome, strange paradox that wrapped its cold fingers tightly around the boy and refused to let go ---- when he calculated the relativity of time to the speed at which he traveled by star ship, there was a maddening difference. The decades were leaping by ones and twos and his own days chugged on slowly, one by one by one. Death crept on him, he could stare it right in the eye, but for those kept to the soil and the air and the light, there was only life. So, who really, was dead?
Still, it was tedious to know that he still had to look up at certain individuals only because no matter the evolution of his brain, his body was slow and cumbersome to follow. unsparing is his stare, the flicker of marble in the blue depths of his hardened eyes, chin tilted upwards so that his gaze is sincere, blatant in its solemnity. The boy forgets that he is a boy.
' ---- And from what world are you from? '
Not where, not who, but world. He doesn't know much about Earth, anymore, it's been years ---- or decades, he's lost count.
