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Stars, like the fiery white sparks of flinted diamond, spattered the distant sky in a spray of glittering luminosity, iridescent gemstones adorning a horizon of perpetual blackness. The velvety veil of sinuous color melted in a harmony only the mystery of the darkness could create, with mingling shades of mauve, sable, azure and indigo, like a rippling sea of the night, seemingly rising and falling in liquid decrescendo. Clouds drifted across the saffron moon, like silver wisps of feathery smoke, suspended in the fluidity of eternity, gliding silently and ethereally into intervals of past, present and future.
Amber orbs, flecked with hues of bronze and gold, reflected the heavens above like an opaque mirror, observing the complexity of the midnight tapestry in a dazed, dream-like stupor. Strands of auburn brushed in lithe mellifluousness against the shadowed contour, mingling ever-so-slightly with sashes of silky raven cloth. For a transient moment, a sense of peace submerged the soul in a tranquil pool of blissful illusion and soundless serenity, the painful, embedded memories receding from consciousness like sapphire waves from the shimmering, granular shore of a beach. The silhouette closed its eyelids to savor the idyllic caprice, like an inhalation of sweet, honeyed aeration after a spell of stifling aridity and imprisoning suffocation while wandering aimlessly on the endless desert sands.
All too suddenly, however, the reverie shattered into innumerable, fragmented shards, leaving serrated and translucent remnants of crystal ice in its abrupt wake.
A gasp emerged from the formerly motionless stature, and the figure shuddered once in anguish, eyes clouding with muted grief and voiceless agony. Reminiscences so swiftly returned to her mind, drowning all sensation, like the rampant rage of the ocean during the tempest of a winter storm.
Cryptic echoes reached her ears as she listened to the gentle murmurs of the wind, a dulcet syncopation obscuring a cyclical beat of sorrow, remorse and betrayal. The haunting melancholy of voices entered her mind, pianissimo whispering, yet she could not escape their monotonous, droning range of pitch, lingering in her subconscious, continually reminding her of the heartache of the past and the wretchedness of the present reality.
The nameless one rose from the stone surface from where she had fallen, running from the ephemeral memories, which were now like flashes of luminous lightning eclipsing her mind’s vision. Her breathing became shallow and rasping; her heart pounded in rapid tempo, like an ominous rumble of sonorous thunder, increasing in a deafening crescendo of resonating timbre. Footsteps reverberated in the dimness of the dampened alley, fleeting and faltering in hushed fear, an erratic rhythm of anxiety and trepidation.
She could not cry a single teardrop, nor articulate one utterance of her suffering through the chaos of the echoes and whispers. She could only run ceaselessly between the brink of sanity and insanity, the schism between fantasy and reality. She must run forever in silence, with only her torment and thoughts to offer solace to her forlorn, tortured soul...
Forever...
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