Nevermore nevermore, quoth the raven.
The life of the universe flows through the pours of every created being that has roamed a time or space.
The particles of air richochet off of this thing that cannot be seen. It is something more than simple thought.
This feeling, I do not know, is a mighty force that tears through everything and nothing all at once.
I assure you, you cannot feel it. You are too cold.
But I know it, and this wave cools my soul. Though not physical in the least, this figment of my imagination is strong enough to penetrate what I am.
Must be the echolocation of my mind, because I sent out my wave a long time ago, and only now does it return to bring results.
Simply put without the dance of words: It's back, unperterbed by the time from then to now, and the distances I've-
What could I possibly tell you has come to pass if I do not want them myself.
This isn't some simply mathematical equation, with variables of x and y that'll yield some result I could base my reaction with.
Because my standard reaction for this is something I do not want.
I think it's the Irony of this ordeal that has me multiplying by negative one, because I would never have seen myself making a call like this.
I do not want this vibration.
But it wants me.
I would not like to deal with this-
but it remains no matter my action.
The only solution for it
is one that's impossible to make.
No cause for alarm, let me chart my data a bit more, but this wave that's come back shows that you can ever have bad news with data.
And to think: all of science is to disprove everything.