I live in a world where magic reigns. No like seriously, nobody is in charge.

Magic rules over our thoughts and actions. We are just spokesman and soiders for a cause that lives in and around us.

Except me.

I’m special. But I don’t feel special. I have to fake every part of my life. I know things that others are oblivious to.

But this “gift” is not a blessing. It is a heavy burden.