Obviously, I was born one day.
I don't think it mattered, no one noticed.
Not even myself.

The day I did notice my lack of presence, my permanent and absolute absence -
that day I was born for real.

I am the No One.

Once upon a time I decided to abandon my negative presence.

There was a rumour that Phoenix, the legendary bird Phoenix, the one who possesed the Mystery of Death and Revival, was captured by Those Who Starve for Eternity.

As always I was terribly late.

The unfortunate Phoenix, so disgracefully caught had already been roasted on a sacred fire and consumed by a tribe of Eternal Gluttons. When I finally arrived at the place of the feast, there were only few bones.

And - one little feather.

I am certain that the Apocalypse happened when I was asleep, in a warm spring Night of the Seventh Seal!

None of the Four Riders gave me even the slightest glance!

I overslept terribly.

Witheld from my last hope, I slowly sank into my usual lethargy, leaving the World on its everyday's decline.

I think I will spend the rest of Time rotating around my own axis.

I still have not decided upon a direction.

Ewa Trębacz