Literature
Ester
Nothing ever really touched Ester.
She walked in a realm of moonlight and shade, solitude and quiet.
She breathed in smoke, and exhaled fire.
She wove dancing circles in the forest, stirring up the smell of pine needles and earth.
The mist draped her naked shape, turning it into something unreal.
She is the bottom of every bottomless abyss.
She is our universe's most tempestuous, roiling star.
As words slip from her mouth and slip softly across her lips, one could swear they knew the sound of the sun rising.
She is the trees.
She is the night breeze that softly stirs grass and fur alike.
She Is Grace.
And you can never touch her.