Ecce Mortis: Mything Persons: Mything The Girl
I lurked The Network, skulked. Examined “Missing Girl” sites deep into the early-morning-nights. Servers choked with data.
Stories, legends, tales. My summary, my digest, gleaned from gigabytes of talk:
“Before she was missed she was a girl. Just a girl, before she was missed. Room full of scent, dolls, sock-puppets, mirrors, clothes, telephone. She left it all behind.