It was a second. A mere second. A fraction of time where it all stood still. Motionless, no wind nor breeze. The very air was stuck in place. Breathing stopped. Life began.
A slice of space. Small in volume, large in quantity. It grew, expanded from one point of a needle to something as large as the world. A room. A room to grow.
One shadow. Long, twisted it was. It morphed and transformed, never a certain shape, ever-changing, ever-existing. It threatens to bite. But how can a shadow bite its master.
Time. Space. Shadow. It is I..