She was an asymmetrical star upon an even sky, casting shadows in colors unseen by most eyes.
Fragmented thoughts like shards of a midnight glass, she whispered:
"The universe giggles too,
when it swallows the silence of a thousand sleeping moons."
Hidden in the forests where only the brave tread, lay giggles that transformed the dread into thread; woven into the tapestry of what was spoken and what was unsaid.
Another telepathic fragment surfaced:
"Glimmers speak," she said, "when shadows flee the light of an imagined break."
...And then the clock ticked backward, a laugh echoed, unbound by time, a symphony of dissonance played, caressed by the celestial winds that whispered secrets in a language of non-words.