Once, there was a quiet man who lived all alone at the top of a hill. Well, perhaps he was not exactly a man. Although he had not been born as other men were, he had all of the organs that a man could ever need. He showed kindness and gentility like no other man did, and although he would not speak much, one had only to look at him to know he was pure. To really look.
But he was forced to live alone in giant cathedral at the top of that hill. The eyes of the people had been clouded; there were few who could gaze upon him without fear. Most of them were too caught up in their own lives to understand the differences of the man upon the hill. In a world where appearances, no matter how untrustworthy they were, were thought to say a lot about a person, he simply could not belong.