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Once upon a time, although which time and whereupon the tale begins is subject to discourse, there was a child who did not fit in. He tried his best, but all along he knew he was different from other people. At first, the difference wasn't so bad.

Until the boy drowned that is. Then, for some reason, portals seemed to open and a flood of information came through the ether of time and space. Things changed. The images came. Then the melodies. Noise. So much noise. 

I am that boy grown up.