What Is This Light?
What is this shadow, my dear lady?
I thought us quite complacent and content in the darkness.
Please, name thy gloom and quell my curiosity, for I’ve never questioned you before.
In fact, I do so believe this is the first I’ve ever communicated to you audibly. Perhaps, now that I ponder, my question has doubled as my first utterance.
Have you gifted me speech, dear lady?
I quickly find my face scrunching and furrowing at these thoughts and questions. An act, or acts, I suppose, that clearly displays a lack of previous and current understanding and connection.
The last I recall was not so much a sensation of existing so much as simply being… connected. I did not have thoughts and questions, and I assuredly did not have a face in which to scrunch at my every whim. You hath given me autonomy, my dearest lady, and with what to do with it, well, we shall figure that out together.
I must first beg of you, please, sequester this – your shadow so I may see you. Thine own hands as well, although of which fall under far lesser import as your face. An unparalleled intelligence I no longer am connected to; that is for sure, as for there to be a shadow, there must first be light. And I should have remarked upon this first.
Where is the light, mistress? What is blocking it? Forgive me, my lady; I must simply be patient and await all things in due time. Time? Oh, I fear I should not have uttered that word in your presence. I cannot help but encounter this sense that you wish for me, myself, to be your eyes and hands inside this shadow of yours.
But time, my dear, already?
Already. Why, yet another word you’ve blessed me with that belongs to this: Time.
Although it exists, dare I say, to give it some amount of pre-conditioned understanding of… erroneous expediency? Of quickness; haste.
It is all so strange, my lady: these inherent notions that exist in these words I now speak I have not earned. You and I no longer share that connection we once had, but through this tongue and its complicated sounds, I clearly perceive your meaning.
Hark my next motion, my dear; I shall arise from this surface once I feel enough of this time has passed and this shadow’s existence is to be removed or vastly displaced.
I desire to witness your visage with these, my eyes, and despite our previous existence thriving without such a strange concept of time, I now find myself quickly growing impatient.
But, I shall await a while longer; mayhaps you enjoy your shadow? Clearly, it was cast for a greater purpose, one far more complicated than I am now to grasp without you.
I shall only be a little while now, my dear lady. I can view a skyborne fireball approaching us soon.
Soon, to remove from us your shadow.
I suppose my heart, this being in my unseen body, feels excited to see you.
