Fading Alive(8)

“So, you are not an... Alien?” Anang asked.
“Well, this is a word I’ve never heard of. However, fear and misunderstanding are what I can feel from this term. As what I saw here, you seem to be a talented artist. Maybe if we work together, something will help.”
“You mean we create something artistic together?”
“What else can I mean? But here’s a thing, I don’t know your names yet. Let me guess, you are like the embodiment of water... You must be Aquarius! You are a true original... You must be Anang!”