the essence of stalking is silence the furtive shadowed glimpse even too much too solid too real no the silent footfall the tread unheard the breath unbreathed the absolute chilling silence not even known in deep space where supernovas scream death agonies across immortals lifetimes the prey is completely aware of unawareness the lack of noise is proof of the stalker it is the thought of the sudden hand that kills the hand itself is clean