A Silhouette


I am a silhouette of a body, no, I am not a human being. Nor am I built from a religious figment of a magical being, I am a soul made from the very smallest and finest framents known, those that shaped the universe, and I may even be said to contain intellect and knowledge from what was once before. I am a silhouette, understand. Simply because I chose to be the very epitome of a body that was once said to be me.


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