1 Sonnet of Silence

"Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent."

-Ludwig Wittgenstein

A soft shimmer of rain glazed the skirt of a small town lying on the unknown island far, far away. Not even I know where it lies on the map I have studied for.. for how many years now? 6? 7?

Yet, whenever I try to ask about the location of my home, no one responds. People just walk by with sullen bodies and monotone expressions. Why is that? Why do they not speak to me? Why is the only sound I hear a soft 'pitter-patter' coming from my window pane?

I want to know.

Why this world of mine is so silent all the time.

Won't you tell me, Narrator?

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Fine. If I can't get answers from the one who created me, then I'll just make them up myself! I come from a planet called.. Uhhh..

[What a nice planet name. What about your island?]

Oh! The Narrator! Help me out! Where do I come from, and why do I live?

[That, my dear, is for me to write and for you to figure out.]

Write..? What does that mean, Narrator?

[It is nothing. Enjoy your journey.]

[Perhaps..]

What is it?

[Perhaps you would like a friend. What shall we name them?]

Ah, so I won't be alone?

[You will never be alone.]

Hm.. Alright, then! Let's name my friend..

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[Once upon a time,

A long, long, time ago,

A child sat at the shadow

of the world that they once owned.]