Those who passed through the meadow rarely spared me a passing glance, much less words at all. I went about my business, and my visitors did the same. My meadow was en route to Runas's chamber, therefore I made sure everything that stepped foot in it would pass safely. I owed my gratitude to followers of Runas, after all. This was the natural order of things for a long time. I kept watch over the meadow, protected my dogs, and oversaw visitors for a very, very long time. That life was fulfilling to a being like me, I knew of nothing else. Fool I was, I deluded myself into writing off loneliness as a part of the job. The job I never even applied for.

Being alone makes you think, and think I did. Laying atop a tank I used to herd Runas's dogs, I stared into the night sky. No visitors ever came at night, our world was much more dangerous when the land was plunged into darkness. Staring into the swirling black sky was my refuge. Rarely there were stars, they resembled faint LED lights that flickered on and off at random. It was beautiful. During those moments of brief clarity, my mind wandered to more controversial places, questioning my life, my happiness. Despite my pride, there was always a small spark of hope that a stranger would waltz into my life and rescue me from monotony. My existence had a purpose, something that I've seen even the strongest of beings lack, yet it was not the purpose I sought after.