So…. first things first… Who am I? This question remains an enigma… Reason being that, just when I think I have it all figured out, along comes the spider (the perceived architect of the totality of my matrix), and as unfeelingly as she(?) impresses my…

Enigma Who are you? I still have no clue. Together for five years, I should know you by now but you’re my enigma.     (A shadorma consists of six lines with the syllable count of 3/5/3/3/7/5 respectively for each line.)