"I saw her, she spoke to me not in words or sounds but in visions, I was unaware of any identity or rhythm to her actions and mechanisms. I use the term mechanisms because, it wasn't clear what I was witnessing was a living being of sentience. Was she a machine? A monster? Why did I have chills sent down my spine yet feel so at home, was she a memory, a state, or an emotion that became vision? How could one person characterize and give life to ones own very critical mirror of ones self?"