I was born from a broken water. I remember that feeling of sweet guilt, absolutely exposed to my first prank of notoriety. I didn’t really understand this forgiveness thing, I had only heard about it from my parents through waves of exaggerated compassion, directed at me, but consumed natively from their restless souls. The judgment panel invoked for the current case seemed lenient, again with a protective scent, an apparently essential attribute in this new world that kept dreaming me.