They couldn't take their eyes off it. It glowed brightly, though casting no light around itself, in an unknown colour akin to blue but not close enough to be described as blue. It was beautiful and captivated them in wide-eyed wonder.
Maya would have said it was the colour of Heaven, Harry, that it was ethereal. Tisha would perhaps have called it a colour of the afterlife. The quiet woman would have no words to describe it other than it contained a feeling of awe and indifference.
But, despite its human shape, nobody really believed it could be alive.