One of a Kind

I’m precious.

Precious in the way only rare things are. Particularly when that rare thing is the last of its kind.

Think about it. You think nothing about walking on grass – assuming, that is, you live on a part of the Earth that has grass. But if you happen to be walking through, say, sanddunes all day and you come across a single blade of grass poking through the sand, you will walk around it.

On Earth, I am one of billions. Literally nothing special, a nobody. If I died today on Earth, two or three people would be born in the very next second to fill my place. Certainly few would notice. Or care.

Here on Rotrushep, I am rare, I am precious, becuase there is no one – and nothing – else like me.


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