Her
voice was softly melodious and subtly spacious, drifting uninhibitedly around
the room. It swam through a quiet gathering of dust, cradled by morning
sunlight, and awakened the particles from their hovering suspension, sending
them flickering into a restless spectacle of patterns. A perplexing array of
multi-layered spectral figures emerged, conjoining and separating into
pulsating forms, eventually coming together to create a vast spiral which
gently swiveled around itself against the illuminated background. Through the
center of the spiral I observed her eyes, those pure, glaring contraptions,
locked in a lucid and steadfast absorption of their object. Though her stare
was fastened with almost reverent warmth, the movement and shape of her mouth,
the curvature of her colored lips, seemed to contradict the concrete
affirmations of the words that poured so intimately towards me.
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