Silk-covered fingers and pearls for teeth. A mothering smile. And above, an endless gaze that soars upwards upon Pegasi wings, over the Olympus of your mind. All reaching out to you, offering.
Flowing, translucent cloth embraces your mind, soft as a whisper against your thoughts. Follow. The word flutters in glimmering threads. But for every step forward that you take, she takes one back. And you fear to go any faster, for the thought of her forever retreating stutters your breath.
Once, perhaps, you might have stepped away. Turned from her singing steps and susurrant smile. But now you know you will not stop. As much as she tries to evade you, you know that you have but to reach out and grab her ever shifting threads and pull her forward until you meet.