I don’t think anyone has ever met me before.

A name can define someone who has always been and never was.

Physical features are manipulated by genetics.

Personalities isn’t consistent.

In essence I am nothing.

To know me is to know silence.

A virtue seldom acquired in the wilderness of North America.

I’ve never met anyone either.

Only illusions of energy in motions.

Reality is abstract.

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