The nameless one spoke to me again. She asked if we could look into the snow and see love. "No, but you can." I solemnly replied.
I asked her "why do you ask questions that inspire vague answers?"
She did not respond with words.
Instead the answer was in the echos of the words in a reality that weaves in and out of this one.
That voice said something that I still can't get myself too believe.
"The answers you, and many others have given to me and my questions are everything besides vague."
"Don't lie to me.." I asked
"Lies in some worlds speak more than pictures do in this one, asking me not to lie to you is like asking children not to be young."
"With time they will become what they weren't."
I cried.
And she laughed herself to tears.
I'm envious.
Of what exactly?
I have no idea.
Many clues.
But no ideas.
