Prologue

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Light. Sound. They both travel at the same speed. They both travel in the form of a wave. But yet, they're so different from each other.
One is seen, the other is not. One is heard, the other makes no sound. But light and sound are yet the same. They make up a person's everyday life, from colors of a person's coffee mug to the sound of water streaming from the sinks faucet.
But not everyone feels the same way about light and sound as I do. I am both, yet one. I make up what we see as colors and light. I make the sounds you hear on a daily basis. I am what you may call a fragment of the past or a spirit from the dead. But I am neither living nor dead. I'm not some ghost from a simple story. I am the creator of two words.
Light and sound.
And I shall prove my existence soon, unless darkness and silence consume me first.

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