They believed in the exorcism of the gaze

 Shadows loosened. They wrapped themselves around themselves. Around, looks of air. She had tongued the sky like a cursed plague upon her disbelief as her vigil before the undisturbed waters blinded the cursed night. They believed in the exorcism of the gaze to keep the reality of the other consistent. They believed in the hiding place of silence, in its thick and mobile walls, in its threatening deterrence.