I don't know how long I have lived. I only know that I existed a long time ago. I have no heart, so I can't produce heat. I can transform into a human form, but I can't exist for a long time. There is only one day in a month that I can be seen by the world. The rest of the time, I have to rely on living people and animals to survive. Without heat, I suffer from the cold. I have been tortured but will not die. I have no origin and no future. I have forgotten how long it has been. I have walked through the prosperous capital city and also through the uncared-for mountains and forests. Unfortunately, the light on the back of my left hand has never turned on. I once met an expert from outside the world. He said that if the light turns on, my most cherished wish in life will come true.