She is only half blind. Eventually she moves, but only to drift, to impart some small motion which allows her to feed on the momentum. Beyond the perimeter of the dark, the static fills the light. It is a soft whispered murmer. In the open light, facets glitter, group and puddle.
Globules join and in joining, join again.
Until all the light is a puddle. A liquid shining thing that quivers and quakes. Into dark pin-points of specs that blot at the light. In huge sections of the static. Until there is little open static left.