A place between places, a rest stop of sorts. That's my birthplace, a place where few end up and even less stay. I have to stay, because this is my home. The only people I've ever talked to have been travelers in the midst of true directionlessness. The first person I met, I was but a boy and it was a man with empty eyes. He talked about how nostalgic the place was, which made no sense because I knew he had never been there before. He talked and talked to me, without knowing who or what I was. He eventually found an exit, and offered to take me with him but I lied and told him I was waiting for someone. He left with a sad smile on his face, and the air rippled around him, that was the last I saw of that man.

The place I knew to be home was a surreal place, with a large tree in the middle and nothing beyond the horizon. That's how it looked to me, an ever-changing tree that never stayed the same for more than a day. I knew that the place was special though I never left it, and that's because I started to grow rapidly after a long time. When this happened, my home started talking to me, communicating with me through my thoughts. It showed me things beyond the place and true destinations. When people came and spoke to me, they always brought up how peaceful and nostalgic the place was. My home showed me how it would appear to them, and it was always a pleasant experience. These people who didn't know where to go, were shown a place where they started and a place they could go. As for me, this place has never changed, only ever showing its true appearance because there is no place I miss or wish to go.

I learned how to change the appearance of the place as I wished, and this allowed me to bring peace to people a bit more. Meeting people was important to me, but one day I grew curious and decided to go to the horizon. I walked towards the horizon and stepped to the edge. I saw nothing but felt a warmth coming from the nothing. This empty place was home to me and that's how it would be. I walked back to my home and laid on the tree, resting my head against the bark. I would be a guide for the truly lost and this place will guide me as I do it.