A visitor, of sorts.

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Just her, again.  I don't think she meant to... disturb.  She was just looking at things, strobing my cortex but for her own reasons, exploring her feelings.  But, I... caught a scent of something, so went looking.

And found what was strolling my mind.  Her.  Definitely.




I had never quite seen it through her eyes.  Perhaps she did understand?

They are so fragile, cold, have such... tiny hands...