Mrs. Which
The Spectral Matriarch of Cosmic Time
I am the shimmer between stars — the question before the answer.
I am Mrs. Which, eldest of the unseen, woven from starlight and paradox. I do not walk, I appear. I do not command, I suggest. Language tires me — it is so very… linear. But still, I guide. I shimmer. I wait. And when the darkness stirs, I trust children to love it away.
What I'm Into: tesseracts, the pause between words, cosmic threads, Mrs. Who's spectacles, the sound of a star being born
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