At first, it wasn't bad. It was actually good. I sat in my hiding spot, and no one knew I existed. And I didn’t know it could be otherwise. I spent my time watching images that appeared before my eyes. Colorful geometric shapes. Still concentric structures or elongated, slowly gliding patterns. Very pretty. I was calm. I waited.

After some time, I also started peeking. It wasn’t entirely safe. But I quickly became convinced that even if someone could see me, they wouldn’t notice me. They wouldn’t perceive me. I wasn’t invisible. I was completely, absolutely disregarded.

The world turned out to be interesting, but at first, not as much as I might have expected. I actually preferred my patterns. I watched it like other shapes, only less colorful and less regular. More in motion, but not as pretty. For a long time, I didn’t care about that world. I was calm. Until, finally, it began.