There is a girl in a swirl. She's a pearl who dwells in a world where mystics rule. Don't get me wrong, she gets around, though often without a sound, because she inhabits the space between, before, and after, where fairies sing tears and dance laughter. You may think you glean her from the costumes she wears, but her affairs are her own, largely unknown. She's a double agent, you see, born each moment in curiosity. She twirls and pirouettes like a trickster coquette up the steps. Two haven't done that yet. Shall we solve this incognito, end the mystery? As you may have guessed, this she is me.