Her shimering face had no teeth. She only dabbled in mystery, sent smoke signals, and often forgot to be angry.
"Why did you draw up such an elaborate plan?" I asked her. "Don't you understand your own breath?"
But her face faded into the soft, and her shadow traced a memory I couldn't see. She became an orange light bouncing in the dark, following a path she found strange.
I tried to see her eyes, but they were gone.