She exhaled at the moment of interruption. Did she inhale? She was thinking too much. As a mist of ashes clouded her insides, her conscious began to tick. No, it was not a tick-tock noise. A ticking glitch with its self-made scars to breathe, yes. "Concentrate on not thinking, let this tick breathe, let it out.. let it breathe," she thought to herself. She thought too much. Some say she is a bit naive, so hesitant she can't even speak. Though there were no echoes coming out of her dainty lips, she spoke. She spoke of the intangible with her very glitch, was that not enough? Her kind words were nothing but sincere curiousity.. as to relate. To