I have no name. No idea where I am from.
For all I know I could have lived hundreds of years in this one spot, this one area of the woods. Surrounded by trees and in the middle the grotesque, tall house which is slowly crumbling away, any light touch looks as if it shall fall under the pressure.
I never belonged here. I was stolen from my time thousands of moons ago, and time has eroded my memory of how I entered this forsaken place.
Only one person brought my memories back, they arrived so quickly like the death of a hunted animal. Only I hope they don't fade as quickly.
It hurts, so much. He named me, he loved me, he tried to save me.
His name was Finn and I hope that in this cursed place I shall remember him.