As Holly approached the windmill, memories of talking into electric fans as a child—where she would change her voice into streams of bass baragouin—sent her lips into a curl as she found herself fancying the idea of playing same game with the monstrous entity nearing. Though, her daydreaming turned to awe when she realized, in its presence, that heightened stature, power can, too, turn peaced matters rather than just churn pieced chatters. ; )