Blackfeather Woods dream of a street

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Imprisoned, banished, into a nexus of my own design...
Now Time mocks me, and my sentence is Gravity.

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It seemed she had passed the judgement once again of the dark wraith. Courtesy swept over the eclipse fae, and Zafina knew simply speaking to Mora would do justice to neither of them. But without immediate ruin, the Goddess had been invited into the dark domain of these wild and omenous woods, and Zafina was grateful the Celestial had given her a pass. Mora had been one of her closest confidants in the Above. She had always told her the truth of things, but it seemed she was now cursed to say nothing to the punished girl. That was fine; they'd be reunited in their original forms, one day.

As for now, she followed wordlessly, matching the night girl's silence for silence.

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But every sky will build my throne.

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