She was stunning. Not beautiful but not describable. Mysterious.

She flitted in and out of time and space carelessly.

She was there. She was not there.

Key in for prime moments.

Then Gone.

Tattered. Ripped. Rags.

All Words.

But not Her.

She carried herself regally.

As a queen.

The one with no name.

No one heard her name.

She did not speak.

She had no reason.

Humans were pitiful.

Clamoring for power.

Even the most noble, corrupt.

You trust, and they leave.

To her.

They thought her odd, an entity, different.

She of them.

Maybe she did not think.

Maybe she did not exist.

But she was there.

Always there.

Just not here.