Rhythmic

- One: The Formal Introduction

  “It’s not often that you meet a legend like me. I don’t know myself too well. The only light above me makes me look mysterious…and good. This storm is soaking my hood. Who am I? I can sit here explaining who I am, but that wouldn’t get me anywhere. I’m a man of action, you tell me.”

  “I am the moon, the nights’ light, the phantom watcher, the monitor of mischief in the dark. I am yet to understand this man. I’ve been watching this…this “man of action” that so happens to never surface. He talks tales of his philosophies, his achievements and his victories, but has proved nothing or obtained nothing. I don’t understand this man, this modern legend, the author of irrationality and coexistence.

 I’ve been watching him since he began. He was brought into this world through light and violent noise. The hosts of this dark world have all bared witness to his coming. He calls the sky his mother.

  In the night he is about. He guards it, fending off all those who do it no justice. Sadly for us, it is always night. Hypocrite indeed, the man is a fiend. He bears no mercy to those who season wrong into the light winds of the night. He has no fear either. His adversaries spite him. He says he’s “The Enemy”…there’s no fear in the night when you’re the enemy.

  What does everyone have to say about this man? He’s a genius; he’s done things more impossible than his own dreams may have ever taken him. He has fought battles through the mind, where his scars have wounded his memories. Rhythmic, so I call him, has rivaled my world.”

   “Every night I wake up seemingly understanding nothing. Who am I? It always comes down to this one question. I never had an answer for it, but I want one. That’s why I always ask you. I’m an outlaw, a defiler, a plague…a nightmare. I walk around like I run this place…this world. I’m foreign to The Silence. They fear my capabilities.”

  “Your creation is quizzical…you’re nothing I thought you were.

The universe is a strange place and here you are a stranger to it, nothing like The Silence. You look up to me and ask me all your questions, tell me your fears and of your anger and I listen. I listen to your weakness; I listen to the vaccine that rids yourself from me. I am Listening.”