[i]Where am I... no.. what* am I..[/i]

A thought permeates the black

Orange hair flashes in the darkness of the Void,limp across a white surface where a face should've been.

A new utterance pulses through the dimensions... A soft, clean, ambitious utterance... 

but not with lack of pain.

	[i]This calling deep inside me... this power. I feel... a symphony of pain and love, an epic of combat and camaraderie. Could this be a lost memory of mine... I can't remember. Visions of the future.... or perhaps I'm so desperate for an identity, I'm finally inheriting the hopes and desires of others..[/i]

The boy fights for consciousness, to grasp this fleeting identity within him. His chest burns.. it always has. And yet.. he has nothing

why should he even try at all, for something he can't even identify..

	[i]... Hello?... t-this is stupid am I really becoming this lame?! ...... .. am I alone?[/i]