Several years ago, there was a small spark, which slowly transformed into something new. Someone new. Passion's eyes slowly fluttered open. He glanced around. What was this place? He only knew of his purpose. He began walking around, trying to explore, when he crashed into someone.
"Oof- I, um- sorry-!"
Do you how do? I use any pronouns :) Get in losers, we're going napping
"You, who have all the passion for life that I have not? You, who can love and hate with a violence impossible to me? Why you are as elemental as fire and wind and wild things..." — Gone With the Wind
