My mother used to tell me a story.

A story about her fictional made-up species.

I didn't mind, since my mother is a very creative parent of mine.

She would constantly tell me stories about how the Earth would change, including its habitats.

It sounds a bit weird at first, but over time to time, I was fascinated by her stories she tell me.

Heck, I would even think that they actually exist. That they're just too shy and scared to show us that they're real.

My mom also believed in many things.

Ghosts, unicorns, zombies, aliens, vampires, and the list goes on, as we speak.

I also believed that my mom's mentioned species are real too.

Heh... Was I right...

My father and I went to his lab to test something out.

I was in the experimenting room, lots of space, as long as I can remember..

But then..

Everything went dark.