What do we know? Are your senses deceivers?

Is it what we think, see, or feel?

You feel a strong cold presence like frigid steel

A glimpse of a shadow weaver

Out the corners of your eyes

You know there's something you saw

But your mind won't comply

Other dimensions operating in different frequencies

Constrained by latency you can never catch up

A slower operating system that you can never patch up

You remain wondering wandering through the minds wilderness is it true? It's anybody's guess!