You are and ‘possess’ an unspeakably ancient intelligence, but it fades to vapor every time you turn to notice its trace. It is not hiding on purpose; its identity is liquid, and thus, when you turn your mind toward it, always attempting to ascertain “what” it might be, the shape of the gesture of inquiry foils your errand.

Of course, it is also the source of the structure of the mind you seek with, and this also presents rather significant peculiarities.

As a mere side-effect of its presence, your entire representational consciousness comes into existence and functions both as a crude representation of its source, and a manipulable (if somewhat confusing) window upon reality.

Again, however, this is merely a peculiar side-effect of the other intelligence you are home to… and yet cannot (ordinarily) consciously participate in.

How will you contact a [mode] of yourself that has no concrete identity?