Lost and Found: Audition Page 1: Introduction

Vast mountains of violet, atop which the eye can see as far as the zephyr soars. An ethereal sunset, giving the impression that it was painted upon the very sky; one can perceive each and every stroke. Ceaseless seas and desolate deserts. Gentle and pure expanses of snow; softly falling, falling, falling. Sun-peaked dapples cast upon the forest floor. The smile of your heart's captor...

Only liars would deny the wonder and beauty of such scenes.

Across the ocean of time, many have been captivated by nature's finest. This curiosity first arose within the animals. Soon, humans had joined the fascination fray, searching not only the earth, but the universe to the entirety they could muster.

Presently, we, the courta aurapurs, are the sentients, the modern caretakers of planet Earth.

"Caretakers"... how that causes me to snigger in disgust.

We are supposedly superior to humans, dominating the sky-reaching branches of the evolutionary tree. Yet, if we're our world's worthy, then why are our paw-prints retracing the very same wobbly steps? What sets us a step higher than humans when both arise unarmed and defenseless?

Perhaps we aurapurs are even worse off than humans. Instead of harboring a hunger that encompasses anywhere from landscapes to galaxies, we retreat to the mirror, solely focusing on fabricating the most perfect rendering of the images staring back at us. If you are born unable to follow through upon this objective, painless life arriving in an luxurious package is about as likely as stealing from a seasoned thief.   

I am Flior, one of the many in our world that did not receive such a package. I'm ignored, discarded alongside these forgotten beauties scattered about the universe, jettisoned without a second, squandering thought.