Mindgrind: Hushform

Hushform stands in hushlight dim, slickskinned, faceless, smooth and wane, its mind a hollow, glimmish brim, yet nothing whispers back its name.

The gleam unglows, the shadow slips, no voice, no breath, no murmur hums, it grins in hush, a thought eclipsed, as blankness softly hums.