The Empty Gloss

Was she human once? Her silence doesn't say, but she floats at the edges of awareness, sensed only by a few. They are the ones who see her dark, shining curves and their hearts quicken not from fear, but some deep primal desire. Sometimes one of those few will see her clearly, will stare at the empty space where a face would be. The two will touch, and never be seen as separate beings again.