White and dark and white and dark. The dark was nothing. The white-
She smelled something, there, warm and old like gold.
Layer after layer, white after white. It thickened. It became.
It creaked. It was…something. It was something. It was important.
It moved, and it was a sound. It was a feeling that was also a sound. It was important.
White and dark. A fine white line. When it was white-
A thrum. A heartbeat.
White warm thrum, dark. White warm thrum, dark.
She grasped at the white warm thrum. It was important.