Earth, Earth colony 1. Quantum galaxy 12,alone; desolate. My home.
My home, my galaxy, my face?
We all look the same. Coming down to the purple eyes straight to the perfectly manicured toes. Right? When it comes to normal people this is often the case. Guys strong and tall. Rigid at the thought, and girls feminine, fragile dainty. Everyone carbon-copy.
Except me.
And that's where the story begins.
