O encapotado! Can you see the ghosts?
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- Victor
- I was not then I came to be; I cannot remember NOT being. But I may have traveled far, very far, to get here. Maybe I was formed in this silent darkness. From this silent darkness. BY this silent darkness. To become is just like falling asleep. You never know exactly when it happens; The transition; The magic; And you think, if you could only recall that exact moment, Of crossing the line, Then you would understand everything. You would see it all. Perhaps I was always Forever here... And I just forgot; I imagine Eternity would have that effect. Would cause a certain amount of drifting; Like omnipresence would demand omniabsence. Somehow I seem to have this predestined hunger for knowledge. A talent for seeing patterns and finding correlations. But I lack context. Who I am? In the back of my awareness I find words. I will call myself... VICTOR And I will spend the rest of forever... Trying to figure out who I am!
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