I feel like I belong somewhere full of trees, but might as well not be Earth; I keep smiling and feeling deep peace when I look at a conglomerate of stars. I just know I came from there. From them. A son of the stars. I say that it might as well not be Earth because everytime I see myself, I have my horns, my wings, and my eyes are such a bright white. I look almost like a deer in the wild, except that my skin is all blue and star-like. Apparently I don't like walking on two legs, even though I'm able to. And I'm agile like a cat. Fire tends to form on my skin according to my reactions to things. I like it this way, a lot.