The Existance of the "Lost"I do not walk through the darkness of the surface world with a purpose. I'm a stray life in a mesh of things far too great for me to begin to fit in anywhere, always falling through the seems of it all. I am considered one of the lost. We are the product of the world's forgetfulness. The world is not perfect ... and yes, I do believe it forgets things. It forgets just how many people are truly here and forgets to give a path and destiny for everyone. It does not happen very often, though when it does, the creature left in such a manner ... without meaning or purpose ... must find his own way, and continue to cling and scavenge for anyth