Fairspell Meadow Auspicious Anomalancy

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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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@Corvus

The cold, while the herculean gusts tenaciously pulled the coat of the numb woman, it did little to succeed in trying to pry her mind from the goal; to return home. 
This place, these woods, they held so little interest to her. Very little of her interest straddled the happenings of mortals...as expressive as they were, they seemed to lack the refinement, the sophisticated omnipotence that she bore as a Celestial. However much she yearned to rise above them, she could not prove her greatness. The other Celestials had her cursed to remain in a ragged form of a dog, easily capable of defeat with a lithe and too-flattering body. It was supreme at seducing, yet morbid at defense. Hateful garnets overcast the slender rivets of ebony silk, the creases of the midnight river parted with glistens of blood-scorned timber. She loathed this mess she had gotten herself in - she couldn’t argue with the logic of her banishment, but it was simply outrageous! And for her to be reborn repeatedly until her punishment was finished? This was torment in its most cruel of forms!

The Witch faced the pummel of frigid winds, almost painfully craving the rapture of her existence simply so she could experiment with who she would come back as- but the act of dying was foreign to her. The aspect of pain was unknown to her. She was the Goddess of Paradox - she knew nothing of pain. And slightly mortified by even succumbing to it...fear sprouted in her heart. 

“Oh stars above,” she breathed shakily into the stars who watched her dismay with glittering eyes in the nocturnal overhang. “I don’t want to die...”

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But every sky will build my throne.

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