There's a frustration when you know there's something inside you, something waiting to come out, to be born unto the world but you just don't know what it is.
You can feel it, hear it calling from the great beyond and all you need is to visualise it, to speak its name and it will appear. But its name might as well be in a long forgotten language, lost to time, never to be spoken.
No ancient magics will summon this beast before its time. No rituals or rites will let you see behind the veil.
All in good time.
You are not ready.