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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He didn't take to calling her psychotic, but he hadn't exactly offered her anything but a question. Perhaps he knew a woman's scorn was more powerful than what some imagined. Especially if they were a Divine. 

"You just have that aura about you. Something that does not belong here on this planet." She turned to him, analyzing him even more, but the more she did, the more she ended up knotting herself in more and more questions dealing with him. So in the end of it all, she simply turned to the heavens and fell silent.

How could she possibly explain it to him without him too thinking she was absolutely mad? Despite his question to her which embarked this quest to see who he was as an entity, she couldn't pull herself away from the drowning pessimism that he was like every one else.

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But every sky will build my throne.

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