The thoughts never walked. They ran. They raced through every street inside the mind, circling unfinished ideas, broken memories, and images still waiting to become art. The faster she tried to quiet them, the more figures appeared. Soon, the entire structure was alive with motion. Some thoughts were escaping. Others were searching for a way in. None of them knew where they were going, only that stopping meant being forgotten. This was not a mind losing control. It was a mind trying to create everything at once.