Hello. They call me Telltale. I’ve been walking so long I’ve forgotten the other name, the one my parents called me. I am not sure where I came from, although I’ve memories of a brighter sun, a darker moon, and dull stiff trees that didn’t speak. I am not quite sure where I am going, either, although I have the dim recollection that I was once trying to escape a place to return to another. The seasons have been so long. I don’t think of a destination anymore. Only the journey.