There is a sense in the air… a feeling that has manifested into form… hidden by a fabric thinner than time

There is a vibration in the air… a hint of sound floating through my body… deep inside, a chill

There is a wind… approaching at speeds too fast to feel… yet it passes through, leaving its path visible with light

There is a calm… approaching from within… it was always there, yet it lay dormant… until this thing

This thing… too great for words… too large for me… or is it?

This calm is strength… it came out from my soul… it came out of my mind… it burst to the surface it broke through me…

This thing… it came to me… for me… to take me… to teach me…

But what is this thing?

With eyes that shatter, yet are not seen

With tears that blind, yet can not flow

With knowledge that breaks, yet is spoken in an ancient tongue

With words you deafen, yet can not be sung

But what is this thing?

What is it?

Is it?

It is…