It didn't look like much, but it was my green castle in the vast and spectral sky. Night after night I'd watch you from my perch as you scuttled by on your way from point A to point B and all stops in between. Your loves, your mundane petty arguments, your grief - I saw it all. And you saw naught of me, hidden as I was in my green castle, above your heads and beyond your secrets.
And then the day came, it was time to make myself known. The day none of you will ever forget: when I stormed out of my castle, wielding a shotgun and a purpose.
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