The space spirit; the woman who created the great esoterica, a mess of a secrets, that no soul should be the wielder of except for her — because who is there except for her anyway? Esoterica isn't the secrets of the unknown; it's the secrets of the known- otherwise it wouldn't be a secret to you, it'd be a thing non existent.and that's why she lets you find out enough that you crave it more — enough that you cry for survival even though there isn't a point in surviving. She's hid it— and she never hides something unless she wants it to be found, otherwise it would be a thing non existent— no point in hiding.except for hiding the bearer and hier of the secrets... because what if he knows—and that bearer is no other then her own son, an accident, a coding she didnt write for. An unwanted piece of trash that nobody asked for— Or a piece of something so scarce— that no writing could ever sufficiently write it. all the universe, the space, is written in a progammedly precise coding, created by the space spirit, the multitude of universes and the stars and planets she made with love and much desire — her Kingdom. And now, what, there is a challenger? the person wrapped in error, unbelonging to anything nor fitting within the ranges of this world, an outcast. A outcast. forbidden from the world— hidden, like Esoterica himself... he just wanted to be loved