Light bends around darkness, weaving a cosmos on a loom beyond ken. Here and now, darkness slithers closer. It's tongue flickers toward the window of her inextinguishable soul.
Does she notice? Perception: a personal vantage. Sight and experience. Angles and patterns. On what do her gray eyes linger?
Perhaps she sees fear or awe. A child's excitement. A cherished dream from her youth reflected in your inadvertent actions, hidden in windows shuttered by shadow. continue...
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