Part One:
Genesis


IN THE BEGINNING there were two people: a man, and a woman. They weren’t royal or famous or superheroes or anything of great worldly significance. They were just two people just like anyone else, and these two persons decided, they decided that they would come together, colliding in the way that rabbits and other furry adorable creatures tend to do (most certainly nothing as cringing as apes or anything), and out of this quick and nothing-worth-picturing act there conceived a being the likes of which had been seen many times before actually.

Roughly nine months later, on December 4, 1990 an exceedingly adorable and magnificent creature, one whose face made doves cry and angels praise their god, one whose beauty would be celebrated for eons from that day forward, was thrust forward into the shining light of our world.  

Meanwhile, two rooms down, another, less impressive baby, but a successful birth nonetheless, was birthed. That one was me, Anna. The previously mentioned babe died roughly 3 minutes after it arrived, some say that there was a mirror hanging in the room and when the infant gazed upon itself it was filled with so much vanity and arrogance and awe that it was just too much for a new-born’s heart to handle. Nevertheless I think that this proves quite clearly that: Anna > Utopia Baby. Not many can say that.