Soleanna '06

It took me about fifteen years to get here. I forget why I'm here or what came before.  All I remember is that there was a time before this place.  A time when things were better. Trees, grass, color.  This place is awful. From a distance, everything seems normal, until you notice the lack of grit and grime on the streets.  Not even a speck of dust can be found amidst the grey and salmon buildings.  Even the churches, which the priests have told me are ancient, are without age or erosion. It has a name that came to me in a dream - Soleanna.

 

The few denizens of this place that will talk to me have ran out of things to say.  They're very expressive, but they're all the same.  They all make the same mannerisms, it drives me crazy.  They move their hands as they talk, always in the same loop.  I've noticed that in the eight-some years I've been trapped here.  Their motions are always exactly the same, like those street dancers from Egypt or some other Middle East shithole, where they move in perfect unison after years of training.  

 

I don't know who I am anymore.  All I know about myself is that I'm always in a hurry, and that I'm not like the others here.

 

A few days after arriving here, I looked out at the sea.  I went down to the docks and looked in the clean, sterile water below.  What stared back frightened me.  A blue creature, with a spiky head and large, bright red feet.  

 

I put my large, gloved hands over my face and wept.  I am Sanic Hegehoge.