It is said in ancient mythology that humans had two souls once. They were peaceful creatures, full of joy and warmth and love. But the Gods grew jealous of humans and ripped them in two, cursing them to forever wander for their other half through this life, and then the next.
Many of the Gods found their suffering to be of great amusement, but one Goddess took pity on the poor humans. She could not reverse the damage that had been done, but she granted them the only help she could offer: The Mark.
Much of the legend has been lost to time, but the old stories say that every person has an imprint, unique to them and their missing soul. It is hidden in plain sight, only to be revealed once its twin has been discovered. Only then will one know they have found their other half, their missing piece - their soulmate.
“We look not at what can be seen, but we look at what cannot be seen. For what can be seen is temporary, but what cannot be seen is eternal. For we know that if the earthly tent we live in is destroyed, we have a building from God. A house not made from hands, eternal in the heavens.”
Concept: stop calling autistics “whiny” because they literally want to scream and claw their skin off when they wear wool, or because eating certain foods make them want to or actually throw up, or because the smell of gasoline makes them gag, or because colorful lights give us panic attacks.
Certain sensory stimuli are literal hell, when I say I cannot eat a deli sandwich I mean I literally cannot eat a deli sandwich, as in I will likely go into a total breakdown or physically throw up if I am forced to. I get nauseous even trying to make one.