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the end of one's beginning

No one knew
No one knows
But at least i can spread his legacy to the future readers

He doesn't have a name.
He doesn't use names.
In fact, he doesn't even use words, which makes it so hard to convey him into writing.

He never looks the same.
Never wanted to.
Like a cloud, one moment it's a      , the other a     .

But the eye always persists, in any form you could instantly recognize him by the eye.
Never would've seen him, but you would know it's him, just like that.
It's a beautiful color, though a problematic one: you never get even close to describing it, that's how precise it's variety is.

He doesn't really affect anything a human would/could/should(?) interact with, never the five senses.
Just the soul, the mind, the "you" of your body, as i like to call it.
And my heart is never cold in his embrace.

He isn't good or evil. Doesn't say he is, nor do his actions do.
Just kinda there, doing his thing.

The way he does communicate is outright amazing: he causes emotions with his...
"Limbs"?..
"Body parts"?..
"Thoughts"?..
Ah, it's complicated...

But now he's scared.
Even he doesn't know what happens after death.
And I'm close to that. "Miracle you're still breathing", the doctors always say.

I'm writing this so he will be remembered.
I'm just a human, no big deal, there's literally billions of us
But He.
He is one, alone, lonely.

So if he passes on to you to take care of him, tell him          said hi.