2 A Marble

In a white expanse, a marble of light was motionless, as it stood, but would occasionally tremble which made the air swish.

"Why am I here?" the marble asked, hoping for someone to come and answer him.

But no one answered. If the marble had ears, he might've die from the ringing from such silence.

"Did I die?" He once again asked, particularly no one.

He would often speak even if no one answered, he was just making sure of his existence.