You scream into the void, not expecting an answer. You scream into the void, because if all of it is pointless, what does an outburst matter? Why bother to direct your boundless energy into anything but fear and anger. Why direct the anger at anything that can hear?

The void laughs sadly, and whispers, caressing your cheek like a mother to her child,

"Dear one, I can here the whispers of the earth, would you mind not screaming in my ear? There's a whole world out there to hear your voice, and there never will be a time when I won't."