The Reflection Of Who

Who the eyes search for in the mirror leads to only shards of heartbreak and dispair.

Written by MacT09

Welcome to the land of Who, a place that is formed threw questions that are all about you! Who I am is a reflection of who you are. Sometimes I reflect the past which is as solid as ice, while at other times the future is reflected within me, like a mist flowing threw the seas of time immemorial. Of course, let's not also forget the water that flows in between your past and future, a fleeting present that is so easily forgotten as it lasts but an instant, then is gone forever. Now that you are here, who is the one that you seek? Do you wish for Who to be only you, or do you seek to transcend the current version of you into a grander Who? Does this Who, venture inward to seek meaning for life, or does who you are, rest on another that is outside of you and yet answers great and terrible questions that can leave your soul feeling so terribly blue? Within countless questions, your search for answers only ends with more questions about your true identity that always seem so elusive to grasp and hold. One must wonder if the truest I that is this future you, can be handled by the false identity you so desperately cling too now. Ah, but The Who claims to know itself in full, yet it searches throughout its entire life never finding itself within, or without. Perhaps the question of Who cannot be found by one such as you. In the end, it is another that will ultimately determine who you really are. Did you really think it was your own heart that brought you to this place? My dear child, look around this maze of clouds and water and tell me why you would even begin to care about a place such as this? Indeed how many other worlds have claimed your heart over the course of what you consider to be your life? So many stories and so many tales, yet in the end, they all end the same way, don't they? All roads, including the road of Who leads to the same source. You will never find him, no not here. He will find you, instead of you finding yourself. So venture on to the end of the hand that holds you, and see the truth of that which is truly Who.
Who are we?

Physical Description

Body Features

Flesh and spirit, bone, and soul. Two and one reaches out, screaming to be known. One of five fingers, with a nail to scratch. Sometimes it goes too deep where madness awakens through the wound that is left. Yet in madness, something else merges too. The light of hope and reason shine through and through. May all be welcome to explore the question of Who.

Mental characteristics

Personal history

Green seas flow into the darkness and the light as one ventures through this blissful dream known as Carpus. Does the hand of fate imprison thee to its unknowable will, or does choice yet exist when you journey through your very own heart? How we long to know the depths of the soul that cannot be known, yet in stubborn persistence, a few yet wander through the gates of desire and time. An ever-present drive to know our truest self-drives us forward into misery and despair. The Great Hand that holds the very threads of existence itself veils all answers in a shroud of mystery and disturbing wonder. This land and so many others remain unknown to the vast majority of creatures as they remain in the ignorance of self-righteousness or bleak hopelessness. In the end, all heartstrings are pulled toward a single direction, no matter who the person or creature may be. Such is the will of Carpus, the hand that truly knows you.

Mental Trauma

A face without features screams with a tongue set ablaze by lust and pride alike. Such is the wave of Solace in all its depravity and conflict. Identity can be a beautiful and terrible force that should never be forgotten. How broken are we who search for that which can only be revealed? Light and dark clash within the bosoms of every living thing, yet in the end, only one will remain. The power of Who sings and screams to ears that will not hear unless they are first opened. Pray that the one true Who will in time reveal all that is real within you, dear listener.

Morality & Philosophy

I am we, thus we are I. You and I are forever changed by that which dwells in ethereal skies. One creates many, yet all are the same. Unique creations find Solace in that which will always remain.

" Reflections can change according to the eyes that perceive them. Perception can be a fickle thing as both admiration and disgust can emerge from the fractured light and shadow that makes up a mirror. One has to wonder what we see in ourselves versus what is truly there. For some mirrors may be whole, yet are you so sure that you are who you say you are?" Tyler Berthoff

Current Location

Carpus

Gender

Varied

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

Varied

Broken by Tyler Berthoff