What?
I've transmigrated again!
How can I be here as an eight-year-old at the Wendigo? This makes zero sense. I was just with Lamashtu and Annabel--and I honestly couldn't tell the difference between them. Annabel was just as ruthless and self-centered. Of course, she wasn't an evil demon. But she, a human woman ,wasn't as loving and caring as Daji, the fox gal with the underserved reputation for being La belle dame sans merci.
But I realize now that part of me clung to the past with Annabel, and maybe wondered what might have been if my company became the next X or Instagram or PayPal instead of the next Pets.com with that dog puppet from the dot-com bubble. I just literally jumped out of a limo on Wall Street to escape what most of my startup buddies would have sold their souls for.
