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.