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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"You'll think me mad," she predicted with unnatural ease to the void whom had appeared in her proximity. Garnet jewels searched the upper circumfrence of their planet as she took in this wonderous night again, and again. All mortals who had listened to her tales cycles before laughed, called the Witch a lunatic, a Divine, insane! It was pathetic, and she would have no more of it. The prideful woman would keep her true identity in her mind, and in her mind, alone. 

The moon scoured them over, flittering it's beams between a filter of filler clouds, all hiding the majesty of the pale bliss. It streaked delicately over them, and with a slight twist of a regal crown over slender shoulder, the Goddess turned to seek who had the gall to intrude upon her most personal muse. They crispened over the ebony soul, roaming slowly from the face and sliding down a chistled cheek to an ivory collared nape. It roved over the few scars that winked mysteriously in the lunar wisps to her before she snapped her fiendish gaze back to his matching own.

With a second passing between the pair evenly bleeding into two, the lock broke as she pulled it back to herself and drifted it across the seamless view before her. With the winds swifting around them, they both looked regal. Nature respected these two, as did seemingly the universe.

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But every sky will build my throne.

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