I heard the rumbling of unseen clouds in the skies and visualized the collision of space debris. My anticipation of the rain grew with each roar that creates a peculiar but wondrous bass, in tune to what my canned ears are receiving.
A vague silhouette of you took form of late in this mental landscape. I couldn't make out how you look like nor do I know who you exactly are. The one thing I do know is that you've formed like the big bang and is haunting me like a Victorian ghost.
Just who are you?
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