
I am free to live and listen to nothing but my inner self.
Being selfish and childish.
Living a hundred days in a single moment, nothing and no one holding me back.
I am Serena Marche, the last of My kind.
I was born a 1000 year earlier in the year 2021 13 April.
The year of the worst pandemic to ever hit mankind.
It was a time were no one was sure of the future and a time were many people regardless of race, religion or status died, from something called a extremely aggressive flue, ned COVID-19.
Today is 13 April 3031,exactly 1000 years since my birth, and strangely I was one of 10 000 babies born on this day, bit the only one to survive.
Almost allthe other children had died during the first year of life, but those who didn't had mutations in their DNA, And when the pandemic finally became nothing more than history me and those remaining children were hunted like animals, we were all but driven oit as the so called people who created the virus had named us the public enemy stating we weren't safw to be around as we were nothing but abomination that didn't deserve to live amongst the heroes who survived the pandemic.
I can't say it's been hard, because someone saved me when I was about 16 and soon I was taken to a different place, or time...
I am lucky because I was the only one who made it out alive.
I haven't seen or met anyone else in the past 1000 years and the time I'm living in is just me.
The beings who saved me vanished days after saving me and I now roaming this earth, alone.

