A young girl in a golden frame, the color of magic, the purest brilliance imaginable. An explosion of color that filled the entire sky above her head, a fire burning in her eyes, wild and wonderful and frightening beyond words.

The burning hatred, the inexorable rise and fall of the upper lip, the lifting of the head, the changing of the fingers, the tread of the toes. Everything was happening before her very eyes, and she remained motionless, blinking at the glass, staring at the body itself, and smiling, but holding an invisible megaphone of silence.