No normal living thing could coexist with an entity that is beyond reason and reality. Sanity would dwindle if left at the mercy of the unexplained. But humans tend to be curious. Our never-ending need to explore the beyond bred various things. Majority of that though would only fall under myths and legends.

However, somewhere on the outskirts of a town called Iguig proved this wrong. It is a place where the voice of reason died. Here, a century-year-old building loomed with its walls barely holding the worn ceilings. It had been silent for generations. The only sound it emitted was the whistle of the wind as it entered lengthy cracks in wooden and cemented walls. The only feet that roamed its hallways were that of cockroaches, ants, and mice. The only love it sheltered was that of black widow spiders and their dead lovers.

One may presume this building was uninhabited, but it was not. It sheltered a resident. In this place that is not a place lies a consciousness. A partial mind that had no awareness and no sense of place. It had been silent...

Until a spark in the dark left this blind and silent consciousness seeing.