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Viscet name: Farren, meaning adventurous
Viscet gender: Female, she/her, asexual
Name one word that this Viscet can't stand and why: "Farren, get out of that wonderland in your head and focus on reality!" Reality, that was the last word Farren ever heard from her adoptive mother before seemingly disappearing. Thought her mother would never know, Farren escaped her home and ran to the forest, where she would never see her again. She deeply despises of the word reality; just thinking of it makes her feel uneasy. Even Farren herself finds it odd that a single word could cause so much unsettlement in her mind, thought the word lingers with her constantly. Being one of the only viscets she knew as a child, her mother's last words play an impact in her life everyday. Farren never lets anyone know why she ran away, because frankly, she doesn't even know herself. Hearing the reality each and everyday of her childhood life made Farren feel trapped, until she realized that her mother's sense of reality wasn't right for her. 
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Story:
"Ive never held something so tight in my hand, I felt as if the glass may break, and the wood might split in two as I ran. The compass was old, rusted, yet important. Not in the usable sense, but the sense of keeping me from going insane. It's not like I even knew how to use the compass, likely, it was broken. I glance down at it often, yet nothing rotates, nothing moves. It may be out of habit, or maybe out of sheer freedom. In my mind, there's nothing more free than being completely satisfied, relying on a broken compass, while lost in the woods. I carry on, glancing around eagerly, as if someone will jump at me in this abandoned forest. I don't remember where I was, where I was going, but only where I ended up. I approached a house, it was oddly familiar, and a terrible feeling arose in my stomach. I can't believe my constantly moving mind didn't realize it then. At last, it hits me like a stone. I turn around. The forest that I gazed at daily stood in front of me. I turned around abruptly. There, my window that I faced every night and day. I was at my home, but everything felt unreal. For a few moments, all I could imagine was all the times I was told "you're crazy, that isn't reality, be normal." But this was real, for whatever reason I could actually tell. Did the compass bring me here? Running into my mother's arms felt right to my body, but not my mind. For one of the first times, I actually trusted my own mind. I trusted myself. I gripped the compass, and quickly turned around, walking back into the forest with a smile to my face. (300/300 words)
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