Poetic reverie! This could be a metaphor for any of us being born into this indeterminate world that we call 'life':

"The Nowhere Place.

Where had that come from? These unprescribed words? This…name? She had never known, before this moment, what a question really was, but now one question after another bubbled up.

What …? Where …? How …?

Rapid ill-formed fragments, they burst quickly in the air. In the blackness, a thrill of fear made her nervously awake. Anything might happen to her now. Anything … everything!"

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Thank you.

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