Where have I gone? It is of little importance.

Ah! Tame wind. No – far deeper. Dull knock on a pulsating shell. Deeper yet. Silence.

Any spoken word disperses, leaving only a faltering trace as the last note branches off into myriad veins, filling the crown so proudly. Each leaf golden. Up, up she rises and then all at once collapses. Spills. Uncontrolled, infinite. Every crevice an open palm, begs to be whole, just an unwavering embrace of still air, trusting invisible wings. High above taut strings plainly guide a kite across the sky. The reeds gone quiet, the flutes at peril for not a single sound escapes the oval. The ceasing gush as the waves gracefully retreat. The sea swallows and exhales a crisp, winterlike breath transforming vapor into tiny crystals. The output of those very words deemed meaningless. Instantly they vanish. A gurgle, a groan – insinuated purely by motion. A symphony of silence forged in the depths of every heart.

Where has the universe gone?