Peering from just outside the crumbling stone gate, she is hardly more than a shade. Her body conforms to the cracks and crevices in the wall, and there she loiters like a mouse, silently in whatever shadows she can muster.

She turns towards the doorway of doorways, beyond which, the entwined horizon unravels.

"There is always all of us, you know. Sometimes we think that there isn't and that there is just, well, me and you. But if you pay attention to any mushroomy, tree-touched, furry, stoney or even many-legged-bugity circle, you'll see everybody in it, all together. And so whatever we call it, it is still just us, which is something beyond all those words. We dream together, you see."

"Because together is what we really are."

And we choose, and slowly, purposefully, we change our own definition with a single step. With another small moment passed, another eternal now takes its place to be considered.