Vessel. Empty. Crafted as gift, body, meant to be filled. Glimpses of an otherworldly light. Shaped to will of this world's invitee, something higher, godly. Voice of a Man, Doctor, a Force of Nature. Why would you know? Abruptly torn from inhabitant to be. Someone else. Abandonment. An empty vessel, knowing of many things, yet none. Resident of a place darker than any other, a place that is simply other.