There are those among us who feel certain they know who they are and where they come from. They can walk the earth, seeing their footprints, hearing their voices, feeling their own skin, and draw comfort that their presence is confirmed.

But there are others for whom existence is uncertain. They live with the fear of knowing that their identity is unformed; that their presence cannot be verified. They are caught between two worlds and are dragged from one to the other at whim, by some force unknown to them. Their cries resemble a whispered scream.