(MARCEL)
A dark ceiling dimly lit by moonlight streaming in through an open window. The secret is out, but why is the feeling in my chest so strange? Doubt, sadness and anxiety, like a heavy weight. That day, seven years ago, the first day of the change of shape. Shame, the pain is overwhelming, so strong that it rips the heart into a million tiny pieces. It is part of the reason for the exile away from home. The war and the victory, just a cover, which my father used to great effect. A bad Alpha, of uncertain origin, a bad example for society. Minuses, minuses and not a single plus on the horizon. My mother reacted differently, tried to find the cause, tried to stop it, to no avail...
Every night, as the stars shine high in the sky, I ask myself - why me? When the full moon kicks in - h
