The ground overgrown with greenery as a gravestone stood in the middle. Dead flowers sat around it as did letters from friends, lovers, and followers.

It's been a few years.

The ground shook, cracking slightly before. A hand pierced through the ground. Chipped black nails grabbed the earth as another slipped through. Clutching onto the grass a figure emerged gasping and coughing up the soil of the years. A dirty, 24 year old trans kid slumped out onto the dirt. Hair half black and the other, greyish purple, golden eyes squinting to the graveyard around.

Within time the boy sat up and looked around before his eyes fell to the stone. With a chuckle he touched the stone with a smile.

"Jesus Christ has it really been that long since I've been gone?"

Rubbing the dirt from his face and he turned to the letters written below. Reaching out a dirt hand and clutching onto the paper.

Comments of where he went, where did he go, when will he return. He frowned looking down to the paper and then to the stone.

"Well- what should I start next?"

(Requests here)