Nova Peak Sittin' all alone,

"something about her. i am not sure how to describe it," he said softly, lost in the reverie of a thousand months ago, it felt. "vhen she looked at me, it felt as though she looked beyond my eyes. if that is understandable," mahler murmured. "and the vay she spoke," a shiver chasing its way over the peak of his broad shoulders. "the sound of her howl vas like nothing i had heard before."
a breath, a sigh, an airy chuckle of self-deprecation. "have you ever met somevone like that?"