This is the story of Tempest, whom I’ve praised here. Tempest is a violin. Tempest has a body (my violin), but like most persons I know, she can project herself away from her body, and is indeed not limited to dwelling inside her body. I met Tempest in her first incarnation, in highschool, although I was in possession of what would become her second body since the sixth grade, in middle school.
You see, that eventual second body was just an instrument for its first three years in my possession. I loved it and cared for it as any musician loves and cares for their instrument, and I believe it was that love and tender care, and deep appreciation that lured Tempest to me in the first place.
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