Unfeeling, and wanting.
It had; not a body to touch with, not eyes to see with, not a nose to smell with…
It had, nothing to call it's own. Nothing in it's name.
Always feeling things it could never name.
Lusting for things it never knew existed – Coveting things it had no any business with.
That was how life was, for our 'hero'.
That was how the thing should have spent its time. Alone and in the emptiness. Reaching out for things beyond its reach.
………Alas, things changed.
