Once upon a time there was a tiny world, in a small universe. In that tiny world that was part of the small universe, lived itsy-bitsy creatures called humans. Remarkable creatures these so called humans. Although they were very small, almost insignificant comparing to their tiny world, humans had huge hopes and dreams, (for some that was the only things they had) that sometimes made the difference between losers and the other ones, between what they eat, and even the difference between life or dead. My point is that you may wish for a good grade but you’ll never get it, you may wish for a chocolate but you’ll never have it, you may wish to live another 100 years from now but you will die tomorrow. It makes perfect sense if you are a pessimist, but if you aren’t, good for you, because you have the most precious thing that exists in this world or even universe, hope, and you are able to fight against all drawbacks.

            In that tiny world, with itsy-bitsy creatures, lived a little boy, who no one cared about because people can’t break through the barriers of common world and its routine anymore. They aren’t able to see behind the physical world and transcend into metaphysic where we lose the burden of the worldly things. Some people don’t even believe in its existence, they only trust and believe in palpable things. They seem to be stuck in the mediocre world of our primitive 5 senses. That boy, although was living between the other creatures for some time, no one managed to see beyond appearances, no one was able to see how different from the other boys he was, and how wrong he was judged. Nobody could prevent what will happen.

            The boy’s name is Luvacy and he was born 13 days before Halloween and lived in the 13th house on his street, in the middle of a graveyard, because his parents inherited it from some relatives, who made death a profitable business, and due to financial problems they had no other solutions than building a house there, between breathless people. At Luvacy’s birth 13 grave stones appeared from thin air, but no one saw the difference between 156 and 169. The grave stones seemed to be very common