Through a Silver Storm

[Therin]

It whirls amidst my thoughts, keening and flashing, a silvery blank that occupies most of my memory. I knew them once, I know not when, these figures and forms that glide gracefully across the tapestry of my mind. They are formless, and yet they form the foundation of my life and personality. I have habits, learned from them, these shapes that I can almost see, personal traits that liken me to them, though I cannot seem to find my way through the silver storm of recollection to where they lie in wait. They're there for me to see, if only I can unlock the secret of my self. A hand, that once caressed my cheek. A knee, upon which I sat many a time. A deep, baritone laugh interspersed with light, lilting chuckles. A toy, a bear, with eyes of liquid brown. These things feature most prominently in my dreams and visions, but I feel that I will never find them. My hope is dwindling, but I must go on. The jewelry box of my life lies empty before me, but for the secret compartment of my past. Every waking moment, I can almost see the answers, but every moment, they elude me. I am running down a street, no, dashing lightheartedly through a field, no, riding through a field, no, sitting on a fence in the middle of the field, watching as a nameless form rides the horse, no, sitting on a rooftop and watching the city below me. Fear grips my heart. A vision is coming on. It is one that has been more gripping to me these last few days of interminable timelessness. It is short, and yet endless, and it chills me to the deepest core of my being. A single eye, staring out at me. Its counterpart is nowhere to be seen, it is simply accompanied by a slashing scar across an otherwise invisible face. In that eye, I see my own face, contorted with agony, fingers clutching my own head and pyres of flame blazing from my eyes. A silver cloud begins to form around my body, and then it is over. It is the eye that scares me the most, for in that eye, I can see my entire life, all the memories I've been searching for these years, all the recollections that remain locked away behind the wall of the Silver Storm. There must be something in this vision that will lead me to the end of my journey, but I cannot fathom what it is...

Somewhere in there, in the vast eclipse of my memory, I have lost the one thing that signifies meaning in life. I have lost...my Self.