There are those among us who feel certain they know who they are and where they come from. The can walk the earth seeing their footprints, hearing the sound of their own voices, and draw comfort their presence is confirmed. But there are others for whom existence is uncertain.

They live with the fear of knowing that their identities are unformed, that their presence cannot be verified. They are caught between two worlds and are dragged from one to the other at whim, by some force unknown to them. Their cries resemble a whispered scream.