"Who are you?" I asked. It was dark. I could not see myself; Nor the space around me. "Anything you want me to be." The voice returned. It came from all directions. An omnipitent being. "Like what?" I asked, desperate, terrified. So dark. "Anything you remember." The voice murmured. It was not male nor female; Both genders, and neither gender. "Are you real?" I asked, now quivering. Or was I? Was it simply an illusion of perception? "As real as your memories. As real as your thought. As real as consiousness." It replied. "You are as real as illusion," I said, "Very well." And so my consience remained, a genderless echoing voice. Always nearby... ...but silent.