The sound was gentle, even soothing at first... Almost as if it emanated from within me, trying to comfort my soul in the emptiness of this void. I strained to hear its outlines, to hold it close in my solitude - but it stayed just beyond my reach, letting me sense, but not experience it. Where was I, anyway? I seemed to have been here forever, but I didn't seem to know where "here" really was. Darkness enfolded me, leaving only the hints of things nearby, and the sound would not give me more than it had... Until I felt it touch me. No mass, no weight to its touch, but a touch nonetheless... experienced through all my senses. The sound found me there. Alone. Just as it had wanted. Now what? It explored me, feeling the textures of my skin, running through my hair, and tracing the features of my face. Not afraid, but curious. Not looking for answers, but finding me there anyway. I still could not hear its complexity, sense the fullness of it. But the sound had found me, and I loved it. And that was enough. I opened my eyes and felt it all around me, there, providing its own texture to the darkness around me, bringing me meaning in my world.