**Sploshie came into existence in the stillness of a rainy night, not from a wish or spell—but from quiet sorrow. Somewhere, a child had cried for too long. The kind of crying where no one comes. Where the pillow stays soaked and the lights stay off. That emotion—abandoned, forgotten—drifted into the Stillroom.

And from it… Sploshie was born.

He opened his button-like eyes not with joy, but with a kind of tired calm. He didn’t know where he belonged. He didn’t ask questions. He just… watched.

For a long time, Sploshie wandered. He walked through empty places—old bedrooms, abandoned playgrounds, rooftops where wind whispered louder than people. He never ran. He had no reason to. He was built to observe, to feel without breaking.

He saw many things others didn’t:

A boy hiding bruises with jokes.

A girl giving her favorite toy away, pretending it didn’t hurt.

A teen smiling while tears ran down their neck.

He never spoke. But when he was there, people felt it. A strange peace, like someone understood—even without words.

But Sploshie felt incomplete. Not broken… just half-finished. He didn’t understand why he existed. Why he was made so soft, so quiet—without speed, without power. Just silence, shadow, and empathy.

Sometimes, he’d sit still for hours—blending into the corner of a room or a quiet tree, hoping someone would talk to him. They never did.

So he kept walking. Always hoping something—or someone—would fill the quiet in his chest.

That was life for Sploshie:

A soft soul in a loud world.

Always near others, but always alone.

Until one day… he wasn’t.**

Quotes About or From Sploshie:

1.

“He didn’t speak much—because when he did, the silence listened.”

2.

“Some heroes shout. Some charge. Sploshie just shows up… and somehow, that’s enough.”

3.

“He never wanted to be noticed. He just wanted to be needed.”

4.

“Where others see nothing, he sees everything—and says nothing.”

5.

“He blends into shadows not to hide, but because that’s where pain usually hides too.”

6.

“Soft doesn’t mean weak. Silent doesn’t mean empty.”

7.

“He doesn’t run fast. But he never leaves anyone behind.”

8.

“There’s a kind of strength in being the one who listens—especially when no one else does.”

9.

“He’s not forgotten. He’s just waiting for the world to slow down enough to see him.”

10.

“His steps are quiet, but his presence speaks louder than most voices ever could.”