Who am I?
The nameless man cries as he stumbles in the dark
Who am I?
He shouts as he reaches out before him; his fingers touching nothing
Who am I?
He whispers in despair as he kneels—his hands still searching
I AM
His fingers brush the pages of a book, the author’s name becomes visible as light pours around him
I AM
Tears of joy pour down the man’s face as he reads. His path is made clear. His name is revealed.
I AM
He repeats as he rises, and continues on his way, towards The Golden City