See through, see far.

I come. Of course I do. Her call resonates in my bones and I am helpless to comply. But she is my maker, my goal, my star. It is to her I will always return, to her I owe life. Silently I approach. I offer no greeting, no small talk or pleasantries. What is there to say to the one who made your world? Hello? As if she does not see me and needs some sort of visual cue? And so I stand, hands loose at my sides. 108 mind is the echo of a future