A long time ago, on a social media platform far, far away, there was a proverbial mountain community. I was but a young and inexperienced internet traveler at the time. I knew so little about traversing the wilderness. I happened upon a group of three sisters who names were unpronounceable to the human tongue. They frolicked at once as a group then thither in solitude. One reached the place I stood and asked "All alone are ye, in so barren a land? Behold, I can shew you a place where there is community, there is family, there is friendship of the deep variety." Unable to answer a loaded question I said "Hello".
By the hand, I was lead by the three into a world where everybody had a tight and customized circle of friends. Each circle was intertwined with another and if one wasn't careful they could easily be entangled to the next. Here, I found a world of creatures so frightening and wonderful at once, I knew it could only be home. I had considered removing the portal that leads to any other social media except this, though I'm very glad now I didn't. Was I the only humanoid among so vast number of comedy and tragedy?
It was a stone's throw of time before my path crossed one known as the Blonde Mountain Troll, for that was their only understanding of our kind. But in that moment, I found one who was altogether like me. Barefoot on a road less traveled, misunderstood in a world away from ours, this could only be my proverbial Baby Sister. Was she a real human on the other side of reality? Only time was able to whisper the answer in my ear.
On the days when all seemed lost, we knew that we could always set insanity back in its tracks. During the time a face turned my head, her ear turned to me. When tears ran down both sides of her face, I held my shoulders strong. There was no doubt she was my Baby Sister, and I, her guardian brother, proud to watch her grow up strong, smart, and fierce.
One sad day, the creatures within our world withered. Life flourished there no more. The path we tread daily overgrew with thistles and at times, washed away to be imperceptible. My proverbial Baby Sister was on the other side somewhere, with no way to hear my call or speak a word to me.
As I continue down other paths, far, far away from that magical land, my fluttering and waning memory lights every so often upon those golden days, when two long lost siblings had a friend, and the never-ending Circle was, for a short time, unbroken.
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