My power is growing.

They don't know my name, or recognize my face, but people perceive the resonant kinetics of my movement.

Those who walk with me, through the cavernous city streets feel the impact of my presence; even the sheer walls of buildings seem to widen as I pass.

My eyes are like magnets. I have to be careful. With a glance, I can draw large crowds of oncoming strangers toward me like a stampede of bison.

Time has become a useless measure. The tides of my passions know no limits. I can sit for days without even breathing; and I can cover vast distances in a single stride.

My power is growing.