I am the shape absence wears, a throne with no king. I echo unspoken thought and vanish when questioned. I swallowed stars and speak through silence. Framed by all things, named by none.

I never was. I am always to be. No one ever saw me, or ever will, and yet I am the confidence of all who live.

A thing is missing from this submission. This thing is a common sight, and this submission’s grammar and word options may function as hints to its solution, which is a trinity of words.

I fly by like a bird, yet I have no wings. You kill me, yet I remain living. Not physical, not visible, yet I can be checked. But when you say I swing, my speed never changed.

I include much, but much is not me. I am considered to be everything.