You're right, but there's a small question:
Who asked you?
I mean—who asked you?

I looked closely, gazing into this void of information. Between us, in this long conversation, zero people had asked you. I opened my address book, looked through questionnaires, checked my history. I walked the streets, dug deep into the fields, knocked on every door, and asked everyone:
"Did you ask him?"
Their answers were all the same: silence, shaking heads, confusion—even bewilderment. No one had asked you

I was puzzled—lost. My mind was completely baffled. I felt like I was caught in a philosophical vortex
And so began my journey

I crossed deserts, enduring heat and thirst
I scaled mountains, enduring thin air and despair
I dove into the deep sea, searching the darkness beneath the surface for even the slightest trace of someone asking questions.

I journeyed into space, entered NASA's most powerful observatory, fired up the world's largest telescope, and zoomed it to its fullest—to see the end of the galaxy, the edge of the universe, to observe the death of supernovas, and to witness the origin of life
I saw the rise and fall of civilizations, the birth and demise of languages. I entered library after library, searching for even a single shred of evidence that said:
"This person asked you questions."

I shuttled back and forth through 14 million parallel universes.
In some, technology was so advanced that time could be traced backward. In others, thought was unified. In others still, humanity had evolved into pure consciousness.
I asked them,
"Has anyone in your world ever asked him?"
They all denied it.

I searched. I pursued. I struggled.
But ultimately, the answer remained blank:
No one asked you

Yet you, in this place where no one asks, speak eloquently—talking to yourself, as if countless beings in this world were waiting for your answer
Sadly, they weren't
We weren't.
No one was

And so I asked again, as if it were the sole meaning of my existence:
Who, who asked you?

>>534085234
The bony prominences that can sometimes be seen or felt on the sides of the hips, especially in women, are the iliac crests. The iliac crests are the top, curved edges of the ilium, which is one of the three bones that make up the hip bone (also known as the coxal bone). The ilium itself is a large, wing-shaped bone that forms the upper part of the hip. It is, in fact, not called a vagina bone