That is undefined.
Its face in shadow,
Its form indistinct.
Its presence felt, nonetheless.
I call to it,
Asking for a name.
Silence, the only reply.
Again, I call
Desperate and pleading.
I felt the words,
But heard them not.
"You know who I am."
Cold.
Everything in me is cold.
The words ring in my heart,
And I frantically search for their meaning.
"You know who I am."
No sound.
Just the feeling of those words.
"You know who I am."
I stand,
Staring at this presence.
Unmoving.
The dark and cold surrounding me.
"You know who I am."
Silence.
My trembling lips form the word,
And understanding floods my mind.
You are Silence.
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