The streets are empty. Wind skims the voids keeping the neighbours apart, cooling the supposed-to-be-cold yet warm winter air. They say that global warming is to blame.

It is your thirteenth birthday, and as with all twelve preceding it, something feels missing from your life. The game is the only thing presently eluding you from the other things in life, much like the riddle of an unseen entertainer. And this is the most captivating riddle of them all.

"Absence is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small, it enkindles the great." -Roger de Rabutin

Yes, you are certain Roger de Rabutin said that. One hundred percent positive.

At least, that's what the internet said. You don't even know who this Roger de Rabutin is.

You have a feeling it's going to be a long day.

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Based on the epic webcomic "Homestuck" by Andrew Hussie.
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