In a dark void is where I have found myself.
With a singular beam of light
In which I sit.
The darkness that surrounds me is mysterious.
An unknown cave that I sought to discover.
I am cautious to leave the light
For who knows what remains in that void.
A voice?
A voice, I can hear coming from the darkness.
The quiet voice seems to slither through,
Into the light.
“Who are you?” the voice asks me.
As if I am an intruder in its home.
I found myself peering into the void
Trying to discover where such a voice might hide.
Silence.
The voice says again “Who are you?”.
I mutter to the voice my name.
Silence. Again.
“No” is the reply I receive
As if I have given the wrong answer.
My beam of light starts to grow small.
In fear that I may be trapped in a deep whole of darkness
I call out to the voice.
“Who are you?”
The shrinking of my light, my beam, stops in its tracks.
Two eyes, eyes that eerily look as if they are my own.
Those mirroring eyes look at me through the darkness,
Looking directly into my core.
Those eyes say nothing,
But show me something more.
I repeat “who are you”
The eyes that I see start to come closer
At the edge of darkness, almost in the light The eyes sit there and whisper
“Don’t you know?”
Am I supposed to know who these eyes belong to.
And before I could get a word out
The eyes start to step into the light
Revealing a girl.
A girl.
A chill runs down my spine.
As if I were to be looking into a mirror.
And only one thought remains
Who am I?
