Null (First Post)

As Amalia stood there thinking, she realized with a shock that she'd stood in the same spot, that she had never paused to think about anything at all, that the only thing she had ever seen and done and heard was the essential, lonely dance of thoughts. Just before her brain stopped functioning, she realized that all she had ever been, all she had ever known and done, was within her head. Her body was outside that mind-meld, and all her senses were screaming out for something to latch onto, some source of touch, some kind of light, any signal that could tell her who she was, who she was supposed to be.