Many years ago, he showed up at my family’s farm. We didn’t know who he was, but we took him in. Eventually, he adapted to our archaic ways. He dressed and acted like us – building barns, driving horse-drawn carriages etc. Then one day the modern world took him back. We never heard from him again. I’ve only just realized who he was – still hiding amongst the common folk, apparently. I wish him all the best.
Trapped on a rock floating in space 