It might be pure energy—a form ethereal and outside the realm of substance—or it might be partly material; some unknown and equivocal mass of plasticity, capable of changing at will to nebulous approximations of the solid, liquid, gaseous, or tenuously unparticled states… but… not like the statue… Ah! Then silence. Guessing an exo being in Monique, the Directrice made her come more often. No woman, no cry.