Zonvelf's mind

I think it's obvious to say that I have Paris in my mind constantly. I'm always thinking about whether she's comfortable, or if her health is okay, or if I'm bothering her too much, or if she doesn't like holding my hand, or if she doesn't like me....and I also replay the memories of 200 years ago. It's so, so clear...

Other than that, I think about myself. Where did I come from? What am I, actually? Who made me? What's the purpose of my existence?

things like that. My mind is a pile of data that stops where I can't understand.