Polygon
Legacy Name: Polygon

Shapes had always been something he loved to study.

When he was younger (Although aging is not an issue he has to deal with. Perhaps a better term would be "Many years ago" or "Before he knew what he does now" ), his favorite shape of all was the square. The more he studied squares, the more interesting properties he found in them. In fact, there were two qualities to squares that he kept going back to research time and time again.

The first concept that fascinated him was that of parallel lines. If you take the two opposite sides of a square and stretch them out to the ends of the universe, they will never meet. Two lines, two beings, traveling along similar paths at similar times, yet unable to know that the other is there with them. At an earlier period in his life, he wondered if all creatures were like parallel lines of a square, with an equal out there somewhere that they would never find. It certainly explained why he had found no others like him. He never could explain what he was or why, only that he was light and delicate like a cloud, yet heavy and dark like a shadow, and the source of his abilities to think and speak and interact with things was a mystery. It comforted him greatly to think that someone somewhere knew the answers he didn't, and so it became his first true lesson in life when he learned that not all lines have parallels.

Another important thing about squares is their angles--the point where two sides meet. If you were to stretch the lines that create the sides upwards, it would form a plane, or perhaps a wall, and the angle would become a corner. He was used to corners, for they were always there to stop him. He would follow a wall and find a corner, follow that one to another corner, and then another, and another. Four of them, every time, and there was nothing for him to do but follow the inside of his small, lonely square over and over. He had memorized every inch of this private square, but he always had plenty of time to study it further. Every wall was parallel and identical in length, and every angle matched in every corner. It was a perfect square in every way, and it was all his. It was the only shape he could ever have, and soon this lead to jealousy towards his tiny square.

Shapes were the one thing he loved the most, because did not have one of his own. Again, he had the shape of a cloud: always moving, always changing, never staying in one position long enough to measure and analyze it. It drove him mad knowing that there was no shape for him to call his own, and so his lovely, beautiful square was his shape; a body outside his body. He would have been perfectly content living the rest of his life in his beloved square, but there came a day when he found himself without it, and so he was forced to find a new shape of his own.

Try as he might, he never did find another square like his old one, and soon he became disillusioned with seeing life as a series of squares. He still loved them dearly, and yet he began to discover the existence of more shapes. Wonderful, amazing shapes that could be measured and calculated in so many ways. Planes and lines stretching in every direction imaginable from one end of the universe to the other. There were so many shapes to distract him from his old life of squares, and it felt like he had so little time to explore them all.

Now, squares are simply a memory from his past. He has gone beyond parallels, and beyond corners. They are both old and dying concepts to him. These days he is more interested in organic shapes. The harder it is to calculate, the more he wants to figure it out. In all of his travels he has only found one shape that can hold his attention as well as his old squares used to.

Your shape.

The shapes of living creatures confuse him so, and that makes him want to find out everything he can about them. They are all so similar from a distance, and yet up close they have so many lines and angles and planes and curves. He wants to measure them all on every creature he can find, but a quick exploration would not be enough for him. No, he wants another square; another shape that he can study from the insides out. A shape he can stay in for a while, a shape whose sides he can follow from angle to angle, a shape with more nooks and crannies to search and calculate, perhaps another shape to call his own--another body outside his body.

It won't hurt at all. It only takes a breath. With a shape like a cloud, he can be inhaled like a cloud, and you will never feel a thing. You won't even remember what he will do.

What do you say? Won't you let him borrow your shape for a while?

He will give it back eventually.