Exercises in admiration

I have only met her twice; this is little, but the exceptional is not measured by the standards of time. Her absent and mysterious aura was what immediately drew me to her, her whispers when she did not speak but whispered, her restless movements, her untracked look at people or things, the charm of her captivating shadow. "Who are you? And where did you come from?" was the question we wanted to ask her as soon as we saw her. She could not answer, as she was deeply immersed in her secret or unable to betray it. No one knew how she breathed, or what game she was subject to under the power of breath, or what she was searching for among us. Surely, she was not from here, and her involvement in our fall into time was either courtesy or curiosity.