Part of her wanted to flee quickly and the direction of her escape was of no concern, but some other part, a deeper less predictable and less understood part, held her still. And in the silence of her stillness, the cadence of the White and Dark banter transformed from something alien and alarming in her assumption to something oddly cradling and comforting in it’s impact upon her. It was almost like her fear had become scared of her stillness…and in her present environment that catalyst had tilted some internal equation away from that fear and much more so in the direction of a cautious, but nonetheless, curious respect. That evolving orientation brought with it a progressive shimmer that swam upon all things, painting them in its flow with a transparency that she had never ever seen before.
To be continued….