Wiped clear of intention, the pedigree sat to fill a space that character lacked. Imagery could not be used to properly describe the players whose names were formed by the letters on the paper, neither could numbers lend meaning to their age. They simply were and had been forever just as the wind is or dreams are.
It is as such that I found them--that I left them--that I wished I could be one of them. But some beings only touch you for an instant, before they are gone, covered in the life-preserving amber of Memory's embrace.