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By: Justin Sunday
There once was a person, whose deeds are remembered, but whose name, and gender, have been forgotten in time. This person lived in a place where others reflected very little on their existence. Oh, they lived; they fought, toiled, ate, drank, and loved passionately. However, our forgotten person, whose name is lost, did reflect on the nature of their existence and the world in which they lived.
It is remembered that one day, Nameless spied a cloud in the sky that glowed with refracted rays of sunset light. Nameless took pause and imagined a tunnel surrounding all vision. Nameless' vision became excluded to a point that rested on the cloud, alone of all things. Time had stopped for Nameless. The winds could rip and tear through Nameless' world, yet would not, could not, tear away Nameless' obsession.