Eyes filled with angst and compassion that scan the figures around her analytically. Skin so warm it’s only kin is Nerfitti whom she shares her calm mind. In the genesis of it all she is mute, as if paused, but in the climax of her thoughts she is quick and without clause. Though her tongue prefers slow her mind prefers fast but her body is stuck in a void.

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