I'm Juny Ming.
Actually it's not my real name. We don't have names. We are those initial forms of live which existed in Universe long before intelligent species of flesh and blood appeared. It's hard to explain how we think and communicate. We don't have a tongue, we don't have a body. To interact with creatures from real world in full we should be like them, think like them, speak like them and even live and die like them. When I die I'll return to my primordial form.

Sadly, I'm spoiled. Irrevocably. Instead of wishing unity with Universum every single time I'm willing to return to world that is full of life. To feel smell, taste, pain, passion, full spectre of things that were unknown before. I'm completely not that wise creature that mortal can imagine. Sometimes we are called spirits, gods, elementals - as you please, friends. But everytime I'm getting form I'm simply becoming one of you. I don't have life experience accumulated of thousands of years. We don't accumulate anything, even time is flowing differently for us. And every time life path of my form ends I'll return to my home, into life. This is my real home now.

I'm Juny Ming. I'm believing in miracles sacredly and desperately. Believe in it too.

Juny Ming by  fanuilh
Art by  shinbo