The Creative Void of Silence.

She carried the Silence in Her.
Always.
The infinite Potential.

In Her.

The seeds that would come and go like the Tide.
Each held the possibility of a loud scream.
That would be heard forever.

A Wave of Life.

The First Breath.
It could happen.

Mostly it was a place of other Sacred Creations.
Silence birthed into shape has many expressions.
Always Born from Her.
To be given to the World.

The Infinite Manifestor of Life.

She Is.