Several yards from where she was standing, Q. could see a blur of brightly colored forms arranging and rearranging themselves almost as beads do when placed in the barrel of a kaleidoscope. To say that the forms were beads in a kaleidoscope would be entirely inaccurate, for the mysterious blur of whatever-it-was or whomever-it-could-be, moved in such a way that was explicitly ethereal.
T.B.C…
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