The Twist of Forged Fate
Chance that the journey is but a parting of the curtains, be they white ruffled chintz or thick brown velvet. Illumination floods, transported on the rush of winds. The revealed is rendered momentarily blind yet, marvels as clouds caress her skin and souls’ scent tickles. The whir of promise shatters the silence of fear. She blinks, and the reprehensible is scattered, splintered; gilded flakes fall to the ground, swallowed by daylilies and dogwood petals. She stands majestic in the twist of forged fate.
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