I am but a person that you talk to everyday, yet not that person at all. I have many times been someone else, played that person to perfection and yet not perfect at all at that person I play. I've many names and yet none at all. What might you know me by? Kali, Lylianna, Jennifer... perhaps Cain, or something else?
Here the shadows talk many voices, yet all the same. Mine. They alter to each name, each personality, each person. Fair and light of an elven queen, young and angelic of the fallen beauty, and the rough voice of the male in my existance. Then my own, if it can be called that, above all others rings out with purity and pain, yet a tainted sound comes forth with lines of other things.
I have become so many others in this time of my breath, but yet none at the same. Perhaps they became me? Perhaps they transferred what they knew in their existance into what I am seen as now and now they live through me? What am I without them? What are they without me? These characters, these people, these existances in their realms, lands, lives. Where is the greatness they show, the pain they endure, the happiness they see, or the liveliness of their minds? These people who breathe my breath, speak through my mind, mouth, fingers, or see through what my eyes see.
I have no name, but yet many, and again here is where I begin. I am here and yet not. Where is the start, the end, the middle of what you'd like to know?