Hushed Willows “I Get Around” — The Beach Boys

So she was mildly lost. She said mildly because she kinda knew where she was going but also not really, because Nephele was not having a good time bro. It was too hot, too hot for anyone to want to be out in the open.

She, however, had found shade. Blessed shade beneath willow trees. But even then, she paced in small circles, unused to keeping idle even when burning beneath thick grey fur. She licked her nose, walking in a slow circle around a willow to try and think of what she was going to even do next. Where the hell was she going, you know? Because Nephele didn’t know jack about where she was going. So she walked, mind a million miles away, slowly turning in circles like a disfigured carousel horse.