There it is.
In our emptiness.
It lurks around hovering,
crowding, eating away
our mind.
A whisper. A faint little whisper.
But then it grows and grows
becoming a vast nebula
on the brink of a colossal explosion.
But here we are silenced.
Quitened.
Surrounded by a dark, empty room. Waiting. Anticipating. Questioning.
Is it there? Has it come yet?
Then when it comes.
It doesn't affect the life of one.
It wreaks havoc in the lives of many. Because aren't we all connected like interconnected veins?
The doctor finishes his analysis. He speaks.
"There appears to be small mutation."
It has started.