The Nameless Ones

Floating from place to place, free as the wind itself; known unknown travelling networks invisible, roots placed unseen yet life thrives.

 

Every step taken leaves a trace, every interaction a name to a face but there are those few, those nameless ones, they dance with light step; cross reality fleet and true, bonds forged and connections made yet identifiers scant, unnecessary. As to all, the world open, they travel like most others; fluxed footprints disguise paths but reputation persists. Identity fluctuates yet core remains, veneer changeling in human half-breed. Scorned mistakenly so by those lacking understanding. 

 

Freedom. Expression, identity, personality; freedom to be whoever or whatever they wish to be, freedom to change that which they are to suit their environ. Words formed around shifting cryptex's heart, coloured tiles rotate on Rubik's cube; the shackles of a single vocalisation missing, free the core, allow it to become new over and over again. Social chameleon blending to fit, blending to hide, blending to make the most of their surroundings. Not a hunter lying in wait but anthropologist, understanding and learning; developing the self on an ever-changing canvas.

 

Although convention requires a label ascribed, it is not what they call themselves. Their heart has its name and only they know it, only those who share in their heart share in that word, and once broken, a choice is made: Reforge that which another destroyed, find meaning anew or renounce it, allow it to die with the atrocity, leave it behind as a marker of progress made. Though never spoken, their name carries weight, it carries all of them. Such power held by so common of a thing. Rotating roster protects the heart, dictionary of the self; each defined by the groups and people they belong to. 

 

Word becomes bond, a portion of the whole, entrusted with hope and faith; trust that, in time, anchor forms, reason to return; solidify. Though they enjoy a flighted existence, the road wears away all who walk; rest on a web, the network invisible, awaiting winds fair and free.