Quiet. Hush. Silence. The deafening of nothing. The chaos of stillness. That is the world you see. That is the being you see. You don't see. You don't know. You know intimately. That you aren't. That you could be. It simply is, as much as you simply are. Suddenly, it notices you, the same way you notice an ant at a picnic. Curiosity, you would guess, is the expression. Intrigue in your existence. It makes a gesture to you, one of a thousand movements and none at the same time. With no way to be described except with every word you know.
You take a step forward.
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