“Sometimes, some people are just different. Strangers, determined by some upcoming urge, screaming out from deep, haunting, chasing these people into a different reality. No everyday lives. No sanity, no more. These people sometimes might seem arrogant and eccentric but if you look, if you really look somewhat closer, you might find the hidden reason right behind the glamour of being special. These people do things. Their presence is disturbing, like noticing something you can’t really put your finger on, and at the same time, somehow really sad.
I tried to live the life that was meant for me. But I failed. I got chased by an upcoming urge, screaming up from the very depths of my soul: I had to run away, run, never to stop until I saw everything, until there was no more to see. But there is always something more to explore.
My name is Aileen Ashwood and this is the story of how I became the Traveler.”
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