Random thoughts, spiraling through the endless expanse of my mind, captured for immeasurably infinitesimal moments, only to be freed once more.
After I post those thoughts here, of course.
The symbölis of the House of Fȳre seared black into her skin. Silky strands cascading down her shoulders in a fiery waterfall of red and brown. Tall and slender; her eyes like two chips of blue ice, frozen for an infinitesimal moment in the midst of a fleeting storm. And the gaze she laid upon me, penetrating me to my bones, laying my innermost secrets bare for her to see. And then I blinked, and she was just another random teenage girl. Albeit a very annoyed one. [This is actually a character description from a novel I'm writing. Or at least attempting to.]
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