Void | Mortal | Telepathy

An absence.

A void.

And then—a rift.

What was one is now two.

One watches.

The other waits.

Both carry the same silence—

differently.

You thought yourself singular.

Whole.

But now you see:

You were never the thoughts,

the feelings,

the memories.

You have always been the space.

The absence.

The void that held them.

Two becomes four.

Four becomes eight.