Breathe in,
Breathe out.
Breathe in,
Breathe out.
She waited.
She saw them.
They simply floated about, talking about nothing, because no real words came out.
Sometimes, however, sometimes one would say something profound, something worth saying and listening to.
That was rare.
She watched them go about their day, whispers flitting about. Each had a gray physique, with little color weaved and wedged in. The village was in ruins, yet they didn't seem to notice. The village wasn't burned or drowned, nor taken by bandits. It was more, so much more. Central to her, her patience and knowing, her emotionless yet central to her sadness.
Figures wisped away, no wind to do such a thing. She crawled out from nothing, observing the ruins with a still eye. In a matter of time, or no time at all, she was inside the straw and stone.
She felt herself stop within the middle of her central, no longer having the luxury to breathe. It never really mattered.
Twisting on no grounds but the one that existed, she kicked up no dust as she walked to a new standpoint, melting into the beautifully ruined wall, once again watching the village that had no voice.