Silence. Impenetrable silence is something completely unknown to mankind. They can believe that quietude can be sought on a mountainside on a late fall night, mesmerized by the heavenly bodies charted above. But nothing, nothing that walked the earth knew what silence felt like. Except Solus. Solus had been there before the Creator. Felt the universe pulse its silent oblivion for millenias. Stretching endlessly all around him, he yarned for something beside himself in the void. He knew that he existed because he was aware of his presence, his soul. Most importantly throughout the millenias his thoughts had flourished: as a great french philosopher later would say, cogito ergo sum. I think, therefore I am. Until everything changed, the silence he knew so well seemed less profound. His presence finally echoed off something rather than be sucked up in the endless vacuum.