It was her second time on earth: They put her on the desert, first in the form of a fox, but she failed because she remembered her mission; this time, her memory was erased... Despite that, she could feel it rare times in her heart.
Some say that her light soul living in a solid form was a burden, and so she felt most of her life: emotions were so hard on her it would rip her skin or put her on a catatonic state, so she had to resurrect many times inside her body; but ultimately she liked a challenge, and made it the impulse of her life.
She would live almost her entire life in her own world, studying how to correctly live and stop living, so she walked lands never stepped on before, navigated seas made not only of water, searching for that unfixed place that contained it all, that no-place that the heart was longing for, that felt like home.
She eventually arrived to that point, but she couldn't notice until people started to walk by and turn their head to her. She felt like a mannequin in a window that suddenly people viewed as alive, and therefore she conceived herself alive; that's when she realized that that no-place was the border of the universe in these dimensions shared by humans where she should have plugged herself in, and so she did, with it's movement and all, whatever that could mean at that point. Her self was half living here and the other half living there, so go figure: she was like the lock to the other side, her dissolution was infinite, her love was pure, and what she reflected back to people was object of adoration; in fact, she would sometimes take the form of a picture, a statue, a simple rock, a diamond, a tree, a crystal sphere, some sort of technological demi-god... Sometimes she would be called Aleph, sometimes 無, and sometimes people would just make some gesture with their hands. She no longer knew what she looked like, but her heart was fixed to that no-place as if it was her nature or mission, and going away would just feel bad.
Watching so many faces and since she was like an amalgam of what she perceived, she felt like a human, too, and became more human than any other foreigner before, the day she carelessly gifted her heart to a person who passed by that looked lonely. Nobody warned her that, with the person's movements, the line that connects her heart to herself would hurt so bad; the pain was so strong that the only way to endure it was to trick her brain to think it was her original mission.
Everybody passed by and made some respectful gesture to her, as if they were just adoring an object, not a sentient being. It seemed as if her surface was more and more reflective every time, and nobody could see the impotence on her face, bathed on tears all day, every day. Nobody asked, nobody cared, everyone just passed by, made half a gesture in an incredible hurry, and mumbled some kind of wish. The velocity they did all that grew exponentially, while she saw how the owner of her heart was stuck there, low, in front of her, knowing that all that was her fault.
The time came when people passed so fast she no longer could discern any person or thing... The owner of her heart dried there, and she could only see that image for the rest of her life.
One day, the crystal sphere broke. She took only the dry body of her lover in her arms after shaking her old heart, which she didn't need anymore, off his arms, then silently walked to the other side, closing the gap behind her, leaving humans without that role, which they couldn't remember anyway.
That night, a binary star system was discovered. The worker put a number to it, uploaded the data, shut down the machines, turned off the lights and left the building. He walked home, unknowingly passing by the place where she used to be. He felt weird, but who doesn't?