Quoth the Raven

Unseen, Unheard, Unknown

I float, insensate in the white, soundless void. Naught reaches me now, not the cries of the mortals that seek to worship me, nor the taunts of those that would earn my wrath. I have lost form...the tattered remains of my body are insubstantial now, there is only thought... only sheer will. My mind attempts to seize on the why's of what has happened... but it doesn't matter now. I drift... languid... calm... fading...