It sang to me from deep in the woods. A yearning for something i cannot describe nor understand. The ancient power glowing from a sacred pedestal covered with fluttering blossoms of which the songs had sung. I stepped up to the pedestal, thorns entangling my legs, yet they moved as i did. Never was i cut by the thorns as i approached the pedestal in the centre of the mystical oaks. “HALT THY MOTION” the booming voice yelled articulations in my ear but i could not hear it. I was beyond hearing, beyond sight and beyond thought. Colours moved as thunder sounded. The pedestal was all that was real in the conspectus of space. It emanated with a sound and colour that broke the ability to fathom. I felt my body crash yet my soul remained transfixed. The power of the pedestal had taken my soul. “HALT OR THOU WILL SIN” my composure was shattered as i doubled over, my corpse displayed in front of my eyes i could not go on. The pedestal disappeared and the songs and colours stopped flowing. All that was left was the gray and my body.
What is this?

This is you

How did i get here?

You defied

Who are you?

I am many and none, belief is necessary for law but not so necessary as fear. You created me and thus will suffer the consequences. The body shall not be abused, not by you nor any other.

Why do you care?

I do not. you do and therefore i exist.