Nobody is the narrator of isolation in the depths of the human mind. A war that happens every day and has no end. An isolation that drags into boredom and can be observed as halos around our heads. This dark aspect, ironically, has the brightest state, so much so that it blinds the eyes. This dark aspect has a discordant sound that deafens the ears. If kissed, it sets ablaze, and if extinguished, it smokes. Nobody is another dimension of us in our solitude. A place where we are nothing.