The swirling .

It was a mix of color. I had lived there for 12 years, sometimes mixing the colors, sometimes watching them and sometimes staring at the line stretching out forever.

When I was watching the colors I was transfixed...such patterns...light and dark, circling my feet. Somehow they spoke to my unblinking eyes, pointing to the line that led away out from the side of them. They had a voice like metal grinding into trees, but motorless. Like huge pieces of shrapnel cutting through a forest, with millions of splintering voices.

At first I thought they were mindless and random radio static. One day in my twelfth year I tried something.

The colors had been talking.
"Money spilled all over the highway....cshhhhhhhh..cshhh driver dead pedestrians scramble to collect dispersed cash.....shhhhhhhh...today I saw the dhali, he was on TV...everyone was given the vaccine, without any knowledge of it's side effects...."

"Hello." I said.

"cshhhh..cshhhhhh"

"What do you mean?" I said.

"Hello?!" I yelled.

"cshhhhhhhhhhh..."

"What is it's problem," I thought. "I have been standing in this circle for so long. The rest of this area is empty but the circle never shuts up".

"cshhhhhhhhhh...cshhhhhhhhhh....the dog was thought to have been barking needlessly, until the neighbors came closer to see that it had actually trapped someone robbing the residence....cshhhhhhhhh.."

"hello?" I tried again.

"cshhhh...cshhhh....the satellite had been considered useless until the current mission to refocus the lens enabled it to see. cshhhh...cshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...cshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
The dog had not been barking needlessly."

and with that, I broke into a cold sweat. My eyes started to tear.  It had had reiterated something! It did not do that. Were these swirling colors the body of a living being? Had I been standing in a living being for 12 years?

I almost fell. My legs were shaking altering the swirling patterns of color. I had never talked to it, and it had never reiterated anything. I suddenly felt that I might be swallowed by it, sucked down into the colors and never seen again. Fear's hands clenched deeper and deeper into my guts as I struggled for words.

".....uh, can I get you something?" was all I got out.

"cshhhhhhhhh....csh"

This one place had always been, well..home. It had something going on. It had noise and shape. Now that it had intelligence...it was terrifying.

"cshh...cshh....the currency was then considered useless, many German's were actually seen burning it for warmth as winter approached..cshh."

I got on my hands and knees, sweating and shaking.
"Are you in there?"

"cshhhhh....csh..................................................."
silence.

Now whole tears of horror spilled from my eyes. It had never been silent. Never. I could hear myself crying, my whole existence turned in mere seconds.

"WHO?" The voice boomed. Without static, gaps or hiss.

"OH God!" I screamed, falling now to my elbows and knees my hair dipping into it. "Oh God! Oh god! Oh God!"

"What is this" I thought "what are you?" I whispered.

"Who?" The voice came again.

I spilled over onto my side and let the colors flow into and out of the left leg and sleeve of my suit. I was scared and helpless, painfully so. Seconds past in complete quietness, no blur of noise to distract me from the feeling that there was life behind the reality I lay in.

A life that could see me, a life that surrounded me a life that transcended me. The working of my mind ground to a broken halt, fixed on one fear...maybe, maybe I was not God.