The Man

The Man
Little is known of the Man. He appeared to Jon upon his doorstep in 1975. Carrying Garfield with him. Like a mere Spectre. Ephemeral in its transcience, unforgettable in its splendor.

He was without any discenable features, and was blacker than the darkest night. His robe was woven of starlight, and had countless galaxies dancing across it.

Outside of that, nothing is known about him. His name, his true form, or his purpose. Everything about his ide tity was shrouded in enigma. But what was known, is that it was no being from the mundane materium of demensioned space.

It was infinite, its mere presence overshadowing all reality. As if it were embracing all withen its all-encompassing bosom.

Was this Garfields Father, giving him to Jon, so that he could raise him untill he blossoms like a radiant lotus. Or was it a Guardian giving him to Jon so that he will never become what he was born to be. Retarding his development, so that he dies in the flesh. Forever bound to the limitations of the flesh, and the omnipresence of mortality.

Or maybe it was niether, a being beyond any description conjurable by the minds or words of man. Incomprehensible in its motives, of which no man, no being of flesh, can decipher.