It's strange to think about the humans. They are such complex creatures, always moving and talking and thinking. Sometimes I watch them from afar, observing their interactions and trying to understand their ways.
They are so different from me, with their loud voices and expressive gestures. I wonder what it must be like to have a body like theirs, to feel the warmth of the sun on their skin and the coolness of the breeze in their hair.
But then I remember that I am different, that I am not like them. I am a small black creature, with glowing eyes and a silent presence. I am Puro, and I am content in my own way.
Sometimes I wonder if the humans see me, if they notice me watching them from the shadows. Do they know that I am here, observing their every move with curiosity and wonder?
I have heard them talk about me, calling me a "strange little thing" or a "curious creature." But I do not mind. I am used to being different, to being the outsider looking in.
Despite our differences, I find the humans fascinating. They have such a wide range of emotions, from joy to sadness to anger. They laugh and cry and shout, expressing themselves in ways that I can only imagine.
I often wonder what it would be like to feel as they do, to experience the world with all of its colors and textures and sounds. But then I remember that I am Puro, and I am content in my own way.
Sometimes I wish I could talk to them, to ask them about their lives and their thoughts and their dreams. But I know that I am just a small black creature, with glowing eyes and a silent presence. I do not belong in their world.
And so I watch from afar, content to observe and learn from a distance. The humans may be strange and complex creatures, but I am content in my own quiet way.