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Favorite Line from your Last Post written Nov 20, 2021 17:15:26 GMT
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For seventeen years, it had only been the forest, the meadow, and the cottage. For seventeen years, she had been conditioned to believe there is nothing else out there, but cardinal sin. A starved creature she once was, now, finds that herself to be someone with an insatiable appetiteโ€”unconventional as it is. Not for rabbits roasted upon an open fire, but for the stories and songs unknown to her once-narrow mind.

Gluttony is cardinal, and yetโ€”sings for her.
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Favorite Line from your Last Post written Oct 30, 2021 5:56:42 GMT
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THE MIRRORED HEART.

Which is equivalent to Versaillesโ€™ Hall of Mirrors. A mirror, mirror stretched across the walls, reflecting the fairest of them all. For this short interim, silence hangs in the framesโ€”washed across smooth, glassy surfaces where itโ€™s absorbed as an absolute. An emptiness that is webbed and insidious; a soothsayer that persuades anyone to look where a glimpse catches reflections in return.
last edit on Oct 30, 2021 6:01:28 GMT by irene