One portion of stuff, that's her.
A pixel of everything that's around itself.
A momentary, indivisible section of a desert of brightness.
Similar, but not the same
And invisible to the the naked eye.
What does it matter?
Trapped between impure sisters,
The game is too slow from here on out.
Not much game left anyway
Light is her new mistress
On the endless, indistinguishable, paralel planes that make it impossible for her to get away
Sliding...
Slowly...
Changing...
Shining throug...