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0-prologue

Malek knew she didn’t belong where she was. Since she was only a few hours old she simply felt it with every part of her body. Since she couldn’t speak or comprehend what these words even meant and the only thing she could feel was the soft skin and the fabric of the clothes of her mum, she knew.

Of course, no child could ever remember their life or fragments of it before they could speak or even laugh, let alone feel it like she still feels her mum...but Malek could, and for her, it was the most natural thing.

She remembers everything that touched or changed her skin since she was in her mother’s womb until this moment just as mechanically as others preserve the memories their childhood gave them.

While children her age remembered their first time on a bike with their parents walking beside them holding to their seat, their laughter and the innocent happiness surrounding them, Malek was focused on the feeling of the rough handlebars against her soft hands, while her brother’s big hand covered her entire back warming and supporting her body.

She even remembers the feeling the warm house she spent nine months in gave her: Not one of her favorite feelings, but one of the few she felt while she was in the world.

Not that she is dead now, something really similar to death tought.You can find her if you look very closely and search very carefully, and if you did you would have already found her, but if no one knows that you are lost to begin with, how are they supposed to find you?