People like talking about themselves and the lives they live. I suppose it's only normal that I do the same. I've found a new dwelling. A nice, cozy house on a hill. Whoever lived there, they don't need it anymore. When I stand in the field and look out beyond, I see a small settlement. Hundreds of little houses, some black, some brown, and a very big white one in the distance, looming over the others. It feels...strange. Familiar. Have I been here before?
