"She is Watching the Watcher, She is Watching Who Watches Her"

#0006. I have forgotten the things that made me breathe. She has that gentleness. She is not Alice, but Alice breathes through her like Alice breathes through all things. Look out the window and there she is, staring back. Her face is a paper mask. Her face is a porcelain husk. She is drawing out the guts of me. I am keeping pace with her stare. She is a Whisper. Name her Whisper. This Whisper.