The night goes on, stars changing to bullets shooting across black void. What is the catalyst for all the commotion? 

  Looking around with a pause in breathing; perspiration begins on your forehead,  small beads running down your face; eyes requiring a constant blink, trying to track all the miniscule streams created by the cosmos converging. A wave of pressure radiates, forcing you back against the cliff. The light expands and warps, only to explode.

 Indescribable. The shock wave consumes you, caressing your body, rejuvenating it. You float in an endless white void.

 A lanky figure shows itself in the distance. The aura given off trumps the white, making a dull void. Each step taken is worth fourty of your own, there is no sound, just a gust of wind that when created, nearly knocks you over. Leaving you stunned for words, the shadow coated hand reaches down to help you up. The speed induces trembling, making your ability to stay standing an effort similar to lifting a car. You stay level to the face staring you down, looking into your soul and seeing what you have to offer. You have nothing. Your soul is empty, the way it has been for years. The will you had is gone, ripped out by the ones held dearest to you. 

Eyes are so focused on you, seeing a pleased look on your face, but why? And how? There’s nothing in there, how can you have that look on your face?

The knowledge of your past is no longer private.No word is spoken, it never needs to be.

 There is no explanation. You stay quiet, and in doing so your soul shatters that smile. The only thing still holding it together. Your mind scrambles trying to find reason, searching desperately to find a way to make you whole again. You start to change, slowly the shadow becomes you, swarming you, creeping in and hooking you, it's cold, you keep trying to pull away with no avail. 

The shadow that once was in front of you is now gone, you are supposed to take its place here.