I like the idea of something greater than us. We destroy things with our curiosity. We shatter with our best intentions. We are no closer to perfection than we were one hundred years ago, or five hundred.

I think she's brave. I think that nobody has ever believed what she could be capable of. All her life, nobody was listening.

There is a silence so great that I can hear the ice crystals cracking and falling from eyelashes of girls who will never blink again.

I stare at her collarbone that's framed with lace, the hollow of her throat, her shoulders that rise with each rise with the weight of her next breath. We're fragile things. Our bones show through our skin. What would any god want with us?

She has the majesty of hurricanes and explosions.

I've done it all before, I tell myself, and I can do it again. Trust is the strongest weapon.

I think, in this strange world of beautiful things, there may be some humanity after all.