It was night. The common whisper of the wind had just kicked in. Shaking uncontrollably, I whipped the door open. I was shocked to find a hedge filled with emotionless flowers, but as the leaves rustled, I just knew that in that moment everything would be okay. In my hands I held a tender soft ball of fur. As I looked into its eyes, it could see that there was nothing for it to need. I took it in as a pet, but as it grew up there was terror; terror for earth; terror for the world I lived in.