And I was there.

The walls were alive.
Breathing.

“Who are you?”
.
.
.
.
.
“I am Nothing.
I am Opposite.
I am Void.
I am Absence.”
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I had returned from that place.
Asking the same question I was asked there.

"I am...

Excited by the dancing of colors and the movement of sound.
I am entranced by her touch,
   a slave to her warmth,
      eternally awaiting her beckon.
I am the introspective self lost inside the infinitesimally infinite space between the question and the answer.

For now. "